Photo Source: Pixabay Packed on the weathered bookshelf are many books, including books from the Nigerian civil war. My grandfather owned them and the last time someone tried to clean out the rotting place, our help was fired. Grandpa’s house is spooky enough, with endless arrays of torn books until the fireplace became an alternative storage. It is the bloody occurrences from these books that cost my Grandpa his left arm, yet he cannot stop reading them. Those horrific events he eagerly...