Category: Horror

  • WHEN FOREVER BURNED OUT (chapter 1)

    WHEN FOREVER BURNED OUT (chapter 1)

    Chapter 1: A Collision of Souls Chike never believed in fate. To him, life was a series of choices stacked on top of each other, like bricks trying to form a wall against chaos. But the night he met Amara, his carefully built walls didn’t just crack — they collapsed. It was at a friend’s…

  • THE FORGOTTEN ROOM (chapter 3)

    THE FORGOTTEN ROOM (chapter 3)

    Chapter 3 — The Vanishing Bloodline Efe didn’t sleep. All night, he sat by the window, staring at the city lights bleeding faintly through the blinds. His thoughts were like broken glass, jagged and scattered. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Tunde’s outline in that armchair, featureless, pleading. By morning, he couldn’t stand it…

  • SCATTERED NATION: The Unfolding Story of Nigeria’s Economy

    SCATTERED NATION: The Unfolding Story of Nigeria’s Economy

    Page 1 – The Crumbling Foundation Nigeria was born with hope, yet that hope is fading fast. At independence, leaders spoke of greatness, and during the oil boom, riches poured in. Instead of using them wisely, everything was tied to crude oil. Agriculture, once thriving, was abandoned. Factories that could create jobs collapsed. Corruption spread deep,…

  • THE FORGOTTEN ROOM (chapter 2)

    THE FORGOTTEN ROOM (chapter 2)

    Chapter 2 — The Person Who Wasn’t There When Efe woke, his throat burned. He was on the floor of his bedroom, sprawled beneath the humming ceiling fan, sunlight crawling weakly across the walls. For a moment, he thought maybe he had blacked out in the hall and dreamed the whole thing. The door. The diary.…

  • THE FORGOTTENROOM (chapter 1)

    THE FORGOTTENROOM (chapter 1)

    The first page made his blood run cold. It was his handwriting. January 3rd. The room has appeared again. This time I must not let anyone else find it. It takes them. It always takes them.

  • THE NIGHT SHE NEVER RETURNED

    THE NIGHT SHE NEVER RETURNED

    A short story The rain had stopped, but the streets of Lagos Island were still wet, shining like broken mirrors under the streetlights. Chiamaka’s footsteps echoed as she hurried home, clutching her phone like a lifeline. She had taken a shortcut she never dared to take before. Halfway through, she realized the silence was too…

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