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In Oshogbo precisely, there was a house that was spooky. It happened this way.
When I was still in a higher institution, at that time I was living alone in a single room apartment and everything was rosy for me then. One day, conditions warrant me to leave the town I was in to another town entirely. Oshogbo town is very close to my school. When I was in Oshogbo town, I confided in my sister who was living there before me to help get an apartment, but she said no.
“You are the last born of our parents. If it is possible for me, I should be the one paying for your school fees. Not that you will be the hustle to cater for your needs. Since you are not married. Come and stay with me. I used to go to another town where I am working every Monday and come back Friday evening. You are the one who will remain at home. Why worry yourself?” Said my sister.
She was able to convince me. Later, I moved in with her. I said to myself that I should be prudent in spending and not be frugal. Instead of spending this money on house rent, I should use it for unforeseen expenses on campus.
After some days, I didn't go out. I was indoors, lying in bed. Suddenly, I heard the audible sound around the passage. That thing was going up and down. Immediately, I rushed to inspect what was going on, but I couldn't see anything and the sound of strange things stopped. I checked the time, it was 1:00 PM. After some minutes, I went inside the room. The heavy sound of demons was shaking the entire house and I was terrified. The sound of this strange thing always lasted for an hour. It was between 1:00 PM to 2:00 PM everyday.
When my sister returned from her journey. I narrated everything to her but she didn't believe it initially, not until she experienced it by herself. That time, she was the only person who remained at home. On that faithful day, she invited me to come home.
Meanwhile, we had neighbors who occupied other apartments. We met them there before we moved in. My sister told them her experience about the strange thing that was walking like a heavy duty machine on the passage of the house.
“Oh! That thing. It is not new to everyone living in this house. We are used to it. But all of us have lost one thing or another. It depends because individual problems vary from each other. Some lost good jobs, many marriages scattered while some found it difficult to pay for house rent and the landlord did not protest. In fact, we are tired of this house but we couldn't raise money to rent another apartment and vacate this house.” Said one of the co-tenants.
My sister yelled.
“You don't mean it. You are still living in this barbaric house without moving out. Oh my God! kudos to you.”
The following morning, I left campus early to ascertain the reason she was calling me frequently. When I got home, I met her standing at the front of the house.
I was curious to know what happened to her.
Hey, sister. Why are you standing alone outside? What is the matter? I hope you are fine? I rushed her with a lot of questions at the same time.
Which one do you want me to answer first? What you told me last time was true. I have experienced it. I didn't sleep in this house yesterday. I went to my friend's house and spent the night there. I can't sleep here again. After our neighbors told me what has happened negatively to each of them, I also made a spiritual consultation about it for confirmation purposes. When I reached there, the spiritual man said that a powerful thing is under the ground of the house we are living in and we should not spend a day in this house again to avoid bad things. That was how we moved out of the spooky house.
The End