In life you will learn that some things that must not be trifled with, and in the village, the spirits were a no go area because it was known that some spirits do not forgive. During the New Yam Festival in Umuofia, a village in southeastern Nigeria, the air was filled with the sound of drums, dancing, and celebration was on going as usual. Among the crowd of people was Chukwudi Okafor, a young man who had recently returned from Enugu. Unlike the elders, Chukwudi believed traditional stories about spirits and masquerades were nothing more than superstition.
As the celebration ended that evening, a strange masquerade emerged from the forest. Its costume was made of black and red raffia, its wooden face had hollow eyes, and tiny bells hung around its waist.
The villagers immediately lowered their heads. Chukwudi burst into laughter, believing that it was just a person that was in the masquerade all this time. "Look at you people! A man wearing raffia, and everybody is suddenly afraid!"
The masquerade stopped dancing and turned towards him, "Chukwudi Okafor, son of Nnamdi, grandson of Ezeani, child of the blood that broke the oath," it said in a deep, unnatural voice. At first he tries to brush it off but the tension made his smile wash off his face immediately. Chukwudi's smile disappeared. Nobody outside his family knew his grandfather's name or the secret surrounding their ancestry.
"Before the seventh dawn, you will walk where your grandfather refused to return," the masquerade warned. A cold wind swept through the square, and the mysterious figure vanished. That night, Chukwudi returned home and went to bed, pretending nothing had happened. Shortly after midnight, he awoke to a strange sound.
Schush , Schush, Schush!!
He switched on his light and discovered muddy footprints stretching from his bedroom door to his bed. The final footprint was on his mattress, pointing directly at his face. The places the muddy footprints were, were still straightened out it was like a spirit had gently put them there.
Terrified, he called his father, who revealed the family's dark secret. Generations earlier, Chukwudi's grandfather had entered the forbidden Evil Forest and stolen a sacred mask belonging to Agwu, the guardian masquerade but they always managed to stay hidden, but now Chukwudi had foolishly exposed them to the spirits and now Chukwudi had to enter the forest, retrieve the mask, and return it to its shrine before the seventh dawn.
The following afternoon, Chukwudi visited an elderly diviner named Nwanyi Udo, who gave him four objects to defend himself, an iron bell that revealed hidden spirits, a carved wooden staff that repelled restless souls, a calabash of sacred chalk to protect him from deceptive voices, and a pouch of enchanted seeds that could reveal lost paths.
"Remember," she warned, "the forest will use your fear and pride against you. Trust nothing that seems too familiar."
With a heavy heart, Chukwudi entered the forest at sunset, he had made up his mind that he was not going to make it out of this forest. Deep inside the forest, Chukwudi encountered a faceless old man standing on a wooden bridge. His fingers stretched towards his throat as if to strangle to him and at that time he completely froze, almost as if he was paralysed, he had once experienced sleep paralysis but that was the height of anything close to paralysis he had ever experienced. It was slowly moving through his body, he had lost the use of his Left hand but remembering the diviner's instructions, he struck where he stood with his staff. The creature screamed and collapsed into dry leaves.
Further ahead, he discovered children playing in a clearing. They begged him to help them find their village. However, their body cast no shadows. Chukwudi rang his iron bell once, revealing their true forms, they were hideous spirits with black eyes and enormous mouths, they took the shape of children to deceive any who were foolish enough to trample on their territories. He rang it a second time, and the ground swallowed them.
Later, he heard his mother's voice calling from between the trees.
"My son, please come home. We need you!"
He almost followed until he remembered the warning. He drew a protective circle with the sacred chalk. Immediately, a monstrous creature wearing his mother's face emerged from the darkness and hurled itself against the invisible barrier. When it failed to reach him, it screamed and disappeared.
Exhausted, Chukwudi continued until he encountered a man who looked exactly like him.
"You have completed your journey," the stranger said. "Come, I will show you the way home."
Chukwudi remembered Nwanyi Udo's final warning. He placed the remainder of the chalk on his staff and also wrapped the bell around his staff and almost simultaneously struck the ground where h stood yet again exposing the creature beneath its disguise. Enchanted roots burst from the earth and dragged the screaming spirit underground.
Realising the forest was deliberately confusing him, Chukwudi scattered the sacred seeds. They sprouted instantly, forming a glowing trail that led him deeper into the darkness. At last, he reached an enormous tree with a small shrine beneath its twisted roots. There stood Agwu, waiting.
Beside the shrine was a wooden box containing the stolen sacred mask. Chukwudi retrieved it and knelt before the masquerade and said. "I mocked what I did not understand. I have come to return what my grandfather stole. Please forgive me." He placed the mask on the shrine.
Immediately, the forest fell silent. The monstrous trees straightened, the spirits disappeared, and the mist lifted. Agwu placed a cold hand on Chukwudi's forehead.
"The debt is settled. You may return home but remember, the forest does not always release everything it touches."
A narrow path appeared, leading back to the village. Chukwudi returned home just before sunrise and his family welcomed him with tears of relief, and the diviner confirmed that the sacred mask had been restored. nMonths passed without another supernatural incident. Chukwudi became more respectful of his ancestors and stopped mocking the traditions he once dismissed.
Then, during the following year's festival, Agwu appeared again.
This time, it approached Chukwudi's seven year old son, Obinna, who laughed at its strange costume.
The masquerade turned towards the boy.
"Obinna Ezeani, son of Chukwudi Okafor, grandson of the blood that broke the oath."
Chukwudi rushed forward.
"The debt has been settled!" he shouted.
Agwu remained still.
"The debt was settled," it replied. "But the promise was not. Ask your father what he promised in exchange for your safe return."
Chukwudi turned towards his father, whose face had become pale with fear. Before he could demand an explanation, the masquerade vanished into the forest. That night, Chukwudi stayed beside his sleeping son, refusing to close his eyes. At midnight, he heard the familiar sound.
Squish. Squish. Squish.
Muddy footprints appeared outside the bedroom, leading towards his son's bed, but unlike the footprints from the previous year, these were small, like those of a child. Then the footprints turned towards the door. They were leading out of the house and from beneath the bed came the faint ringing of a bell.
Gring !!
Chukwudi grabbed his son and rushed outside. As he ran, a chilling voice whispered his full name from the darkness and somewhere beyond the village, the Evil Forest opened its gates once more
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