I’m a quiet girl. I moved into the house in March after getting a job in Lagos.
My landlord and his wife lived in the front flat. They were always friendly. Too friendly, in fact.
Madam would always ask me strange questions:
“Do you sleep with your window open?”
“Where do you keep your underwear?”
“Have you ever dreamt of someone chasing you?”
I thought she was just talkative.
Until one night, I forgot to lock my door. Around 2 a.m., I woke up and saw someone standing at the foot of. Click here immediately to access all the details in the complete article!
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