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15/09/2024

She needed to find the cause of the mysterious d*ath behind the cursed mountain.

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24/08/2024

THE CURSED VILLAGE 4

Ngozi was the next to go. She screamed as the dark figure appeared at the foot of the bed, its hollow eyes fixed on her. The others tried to pull her away, but it was as if she was being pulled into the shadows. Within seconds, she was gone, leaving only a faint echo of her scream behind.

Panic consumed the remaining four. They tried to leave the village, but the villagers blocked their way, their faces blank, their eyes empty. “You cannot leave,” they said in unison. “The darkness has claimed you.”

Aisha, who had been the bravest of them all, broke down. “We have to get out of here!” she cried. “We have to leave now!”

But it was too late. The forest closed in around them, the trees twisting and turning, forming a barrier they couldn’t pass. The whispers grew louder, more insistent, as if the darkness itself was speaking to them.

Bisi was the next to go. She was dragged into the forest, her screams echoing through the night, only to be swallowed by the trees. The remaining three corpers—Aisha, Amaka, and Zainab—were paralyzed with fear. They knew they were next.

The seventh night arrived. The lodge was deathly silent. The darkness outside was impenetrable. Aisha, Amaka, and Zainab huddled together, knowing this was their last night. They tried to stay awake, but exhaustion took its toll.

24/08/2024

THE CURSED VILLAGE 3

Each of the seven corpers dreamed of the same thing: a dark figure, tall and thin, with long, bony fingers and hollow eyes. The figure would stand at the foot of their beds, watching them, whispering in that strange language they had heard in the wind. The dreams felt so real that they woke up drenched in sweat, their hearts pounding.

On the fifth night, Kemi didn’t wake up.

They found her in her bed, her eyes wide open in terror, her mouth frozen in a silent scream. There were no marks on her body, no signs of struggle. It was as if the life had been sucked out of her. The remaining six corpers were in shock. They didn’t know what to do, who to turn to. The villagers avoided them even more after that, refusing to speak to them or even look at them.

The village chief came to the lodge after Kemi’s death. His expression was unreadable, his eyes as dark as ever. “I warned you,” he said. “This village is not like others. Kemi disrespected our customs. She went into the forest at night.”

“But we didn’t go into the forest!” Amaka protested, tears streaming down her face. “None of us did!”

The chief simply shook his head. “The forest knows when it is disrespected. You must leave, all of you, before the darkness takes you.”

But it was too late. The darkness had already taken hold.

That night, Funmi went missing. The others searched for her in vain, but she was nowhere to be found. Her bed was empty, her belongings untouched. It was as if she had simply vanished into thin air.

By the sixth night, the remaining five corpers were too terrified to sleep. They huddled together in one room, clutching each other for comfort. But the darkness was relentless. It seeped into the room, wrapping around them like a suffocating blanket. They heard the whispers again, louder this time, closer.

24/08/2024

THE CURSED VILLAGE 2

Aisha, who prided herself on being fearless, laughed it off. “Come on, Ngozi. It’s just a village. We’ve all been to villages before. We’ll be fine.”

But even Aisha couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. As night fell, the silence became deafening. The village, which had seemed so small and insignificant during the day, now felt vast and menacing. The darkness was thick, almost tangible, and the forest seemed to close in around them.

That night, as they tried to sleep, strange noises filled the air. The sound of footsteps echoed outside their lodge, but when they peered out the window, no one was there. The wind howled, but it carried whispers with it—whispers in a language they couldn’t understand.

The first night passed, but none of the corpers had slept well. The next day, they went to the village square to begin their assignments. The villagers watched them with wary eyes, keeping their distance. Children, who normally would have been curious about the newcomers, stayed far away.

As they went about their duties, they began to notice things—small things, at first. Villagers would suddenly stop talking when they approached. They never saw anyone after dark. And the village was filled with strange symbols—carved into trees, painted on doors, etched into the ground.

On the third day, Zainab found an old woman sitting on the steps of their lodge. The woman’s skin was wrinkled, her eyes clouded with age, but she seemed to see straight into Zainab’s soul.

“You should leave this place,” the old woman said in a voice that sent chills down Zainab’s spine. “Leave before it’s too late.”

Zainab tried to ask her what she meant, but the old woman simply shook her head and walked away, disappearing into the forest. When Zainab told the others what had happened, they were all on edge.

That night, the nightmares began.

24/08/2024

In the heart of Nigeria, deep in the forests of the Eastern region, there lay a village called Akuko. The name meant “story” in Igbo, but the tales that lingered in Akuko were not ones of joy or laughter. They were stories of fear, of terror, and of unspeakable horrors. Yet, like every year, the National Youth Service Corps (NYSC) posted seven young women to serve their fatherland in this village. Each was from a different part of Nigeria, brought together by fate and duty.

The village was remote, far from civilization. The journey there was treacherous, the roads narrow and winding, with thick forests on either side. The corpers had heard stories about Akuko before they arrived, but they dismissed them as mere superstitions. After all, they were educated women, products of modern Nigeria. What could possibly scare them?

When they arrived, the villagers greeted them with uneasy smiles and whispered welcomes. The village chief, an old man with eyes that seemed too dark, welcomed them personally. He spoke slowly, his voice gravelly, and his words hung in the air like a bad omen.

“Welcome, daughters of Nigeria,” he said. “Akuko is pleased to have you. But be warned, this village is not like others. Respect our customs, and you will be safe. Disrespect them, and you will meet the darkness that lurks here.”

The corpers exchanged glances, unsure whether to laugh or take the chief seriously. Nevertheless, they thanked him and were shown to the corpers' lodge, an old, dilapidated house on the edge of the village, surrounded by the forest. The lodge was eerily quiet, its wooden walls creaking with every gust of wind.

As they settled in, the corpers—Ngozi, Aisha, Amaka, Funmi, Bisi, Kemi, and Zainab—felt a sense of unease growing among them. Ngozi, the oldest, was the first to speak up. “This place doesn’t feel right,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s too quiet. Too…still.”

18/08/2024

WHISPHERS AT THE PLAYGROUND

Episode 3

As they studied the symbols, the teenagers realized they were a map, leading to a hidden exit. But they also uncovered a dark secret: the children were not just ordinary kids. They were vessels for an ancient evil, one that had haunted Ravenswood for centuries.

The symbols began to glow, and the teenagers knew they had to act fast. They followed the map, navigating through the twisted streets, avoiding the children's grasp.

But as they reached the exit, they found themselves face to face with the mastermind behind the sinister game: an ancient entity, born from the darkness of the forest.

The entity spoke in a voice that was both ancient and evil, "You should not have come here. Now, you'll never leave."

The teenagers knew they had to fight back. They used the symbols to weaken the entity, but it was too powerful. Just as all hope seemed lost, they remembered the words of an old legend: "The only way to defeat the darkness is to face your own fears."

With newfound determination, the teenagers confronted their deepest fears, and in doing so, they found the strength to defeat the entity…

With the entity defeated, the teenagers found themselves back in the clearing, the twisted tree looming before them. But something was different. The tree's branches no longer seemed menacing, and the children were nowhere to be seen.

As they approached the tree, they noticed something etched into the trunk: a message, written in the same symbols they had found earlier.

"The game is far from over," it read. "The true challenge has only just begun."

Suddenly, the tree began to glow, and the teenagers felt themselves being pulled into a new realm, one where the lines between reality and nightmare were blurred beyond recognition...

17/08/2024

WHISPER IN THE PLAYGROUND

Episode 2

As the teenagers approached the clearing, they felt a chill run down their spines. The whispering grew louder, but they still couldn't make out what the children were saying. The air was thick with an eerie energy, and the tree seemed to be pulsing with a malevolent power.

Suddenly, the whispering stopped. The children turned to face the teenagers, their eyes glowing brighter. The teenagers froze, unsure of what to do next.

And then, the children spoke in unison, their voices low and menacing. "We've been waiting for you. You shouldn't have come here."

The teenagers tried to run, but their feet felt heavy, as if rooted to the spot. The children began to move towards them, their eyes fixed on their prey.

"We've been playing a game," they whispered. "A game of hide and seek. And now, it's your turn to hide."

The teenagers realized they had to act fast. They turned to make a run for it, but it was too late. The children were upon them, their eyes blazing with an otherworldly light…

17/08/2024

WHISPER IN THE PLAYGROUND

Episode 1

Here's a horror story with a cliffhanger:

The small town of Ravenswood was never the same after the night the children disappeared. It was a typical summer evening when the kids had gathered at the local park to play. But as the sun dipped below the horizon, the children vanished into thin air.

At first, the townsfolk thought it was a prank gone wrong, but as the days went by and no one returned, panic set in. The police searched every inch of the town, but there was no sign of the missing kids.

Rumors began to spread that an ancient entity had awoken in the nearby woods, an entity that fed on the fear of children. People whispered about strange noises and lights coming from the woods at night.

One stormy evening, a group of brave teenagers decided to investigate the woods. They laughed and joked as they ventured deeper into the darkness, but their merriment was short-lived.

As they stumbled upon an ancient ritual site, they felt an eerie presence surrounding them. Suddenly, the wind died down, and an unearthly silence fell over the group.

And then, they heard the whispering. Faint at first, but growing louder. "Come and play with us..."

As they turned to flee, they saw the missing children standing before them, their eyes black as coal, their skin gray as the stone. The children's voices whispered in unison, "We've been waiting for you..."

And then, everything went black.

To be continued...

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