It was dark, the chirping birds have gone to their nest and the dogs have returned to their lying position. The sun is set, and the moon has taken it’s place in the sky. The light to Onome’s room was left on as she clasped her hands, trying to control the tears falling from her eyes. Her fourteen year old daughter was declared lost three days ago and hasn’t been yet found. She believes, somehow, that her daughter is still alive but then, how would her dead daughter’s spirit come home to tell that she was killed in the woods?