Kunle was charming, rich, and mysterious. Everyone said he was a “tech bro,” but I knew better. His laptop was always open. He never let me touch it. He never prayed. Always locked the door when on calls. And at midnight, I’d hear him laughing alone.
I asked questions, he got angry.
One day, I pretended I was going to visit my cousin in Yaba. I returned two hours later quietly — he wasn’t home.
That’s when I saw it. A small calabash, wrapped in red cloth, under our bed. Inside it I saw a. Tap this link to read the full version of the story—no detail left out!
