A.A. Momodu's Blog

As the dense fog engulfed the moonless night, I detected an ominous stench that reeked of bloodlust. I sensed a dark figure lurking in the shadows, creeping closer, shrouding me in terror. Despite my mounting fear, I was unable to move, frozen in place, as the killer drew near, ready to strike.

In the current phase of my life, I’m confronted with a peculiar ability that seems to defy explanation. It's an ability to pinpoint the whereabouts of strangers—not by following them, but by just simply being in their vicinity. Somehow, I’m able to sense where people live, even if I’ve never met them before. This inexplicable intuition has become a puzzling enigma, yet it remains an undeniable aspect of my existence. I don't know where this ability comes from, but it's undeniable: I can somehow sense the places where total strangers call home.