EPISODE 1 - The Evil Village Where No One Dared to Go Out After 6PM”

EPISODE 1

The Evil Village Where No One Dared to Go Out After 6PM” no exit

Written by Multiplemama

When my parents died in a car accident, I had no one left. I needed somewhere to breathe, to think. That’s when the letter came—a strange inheritance from a great uncle I never met. A house, fully paid for, in a village I had never heard of.

ONIGBA.

Just reading the name gave me chills. But I had nothing else to hold onto. I packed my bags, left Lagos, and took the long, winding journey through broken roads and thick forests. No signal. No GPS.

At the entrance of the village, there was a rusted sign:

"WELCOME TO ONIGBA – HOME OF THE BURIED SECRETS"

Buried secrets? I laughed. Thought it was just some weird village motto. I was wrong. So wrong.

The people looked strange—friendly but hollow. Like they were forcing smiles that didn't belong to them. No children ran about. No market noise. Just silent nods, eyes filled with fear.

I tried to introduce myself to a woman selling yam. She flinched when I said my name and whispered:

“You’re the one who inherited the Eke house? The cursed one?”

Before I could respond, a man pulled her away. "No talking to strangers. Not now. It’s almost 6."

Almost 6?

The moment the village clock tower struck 5:45pm, panic swept the place. Shops shut. Doors slammed. Windows locked. People vanished into their homes like rats escaping fire.

I stood there, confused and alone. Then an old woman—frail, hunched, and trembling—grabbed my hand and hissed:

“Listen, child. You are no longer in the world you know. Once the sun sleeps here, the ground wakes. Never stay outside after 6pm. And don’t try to leave. Ever. There’s no exit.”

I tried to ask what she meant, but she hurried away, disappearing into a nearby hut.

By 6:00pm, the entire village was silent. No crickets. No breeze.

Only the ticking of the clock in my new house.

I looked out the window. Darkness fell too quickly—like someone had poured black paint across the sky.

Then I saw it.

A figure. Standing at the edge of the trees. Tall, thin, wearing what looked like a wedding gown soaked in blood. Her face was hidden under a veil.

She wasn’t moving.

She was watching.

I closed my curtains and held my breath.

Then I heard her voice—inside the house.

“Another soul… another chapter begins.”

My light bulb flickered. The door creaked open, even though I had locked it.

I was no longer alone in that house.

And somewhere outside, a voice whispered through the wind:

“Onigba welcomes you... prisoner.”

TO BE CONTINUED…