EPISODE 7 - The Evil Village Where No One Dared to Go Out After 6pm

EPISODE 7: The 6PM Blood Rain

That evening, the air changed.

Birds vanished from the sky. Leaves turned black. Even the wind stopped blowing—as though the village was holding its breath for death.

The villagers locked their doors even earlier. I saw fear in their eyes. But this time, it wasn’t just fear of the usual nightfall.

It was fear of something far worse.

Mama Chinyere stood at her shrine, looking up at the sky. I asked her what was coming.

“Tonight is her night of hunger,” she said. “The night when she doesn’t take one… she takes many.

“Why?” I asked.

“Because no one gave her a heart last moon cycle. And now… she rains blood.”

At 5:59PM, the sky turned red—not like a sunset, but like fresh blood being squeezed across the heavens.

And at exactly 6PM, it began:

A rain of blood poured from the skies.

Thick. Warm. Stinking of iron and rot.

It soaked rooftops. Poured into clay pots. Flooded the roads.

The earth hissed beneath it—rejecting the cursed blood, yet unable to stop it.

I ran into my house, but blood dripped through the roof. I could hear screams echoing in the distance—screams of villagers who couldn’t lock their doors in time.

And through the rain… I saw her.

The bride.

Drenched in blood. Floating above the well. Her veil blew, revealing the half-burned skull underneath.

In her arms was the child—Uzoma—no longer a child, but a creature of stitched skin and bone, smiling with black teeth.

The lights in my house exploded.

The mirrors began to melt.

My ears rang with chants I didn’t understand, and then the whispers came:

“No offering… no escape…”

“No offering… no escape…”

“NO OFFERING… NO ESCAPE…”

I fell to my knees, screaming, covering my ears.

Then I remembered Mama Chinyere’s words:

“Give the curse a heart… or it takes yours.”

But whose?

Who was innocent enough to buy my freedom?

Then… I remembered Adaeze.

A kind-hearted young girl who often brought me herbs. No family. Always smiling.

My heart shattered.

“No,” I whispered. “I can’t… I won’t.”

But the whispers grew louder:

“Give… or die… GIVE… OR DIE…”

Suddenly, the door burst open.

A flood of blood water rushed in, sweeping everything away. I hit my head. Darkness.

I woke up moments later—lying in my flooded kitchen.

And Adaeze was there.

Soaked. Trembling.

“I came to check on you,” she said softly. “I saw your light go out…”

My lips trembled. My fingers twitched.

The voice in my head returned:

“Give her. She is enough. Or you are mine.”

I stared at her, a tear rolling down my cheek.

“Why… why did you come?” I asked.

“Because you looked lonely,” she smiled.

I broke inside.

At that moment, the bride entered the house—floating, arms open, blood dripping from her gown.

She stretched her fingers toward me…

“You chose no one. Then your soul is mine.”

But before she touched me… Adaeze stepped in front of me.

“Leave her alone!” she shouted.

The bride paused.

And then… something horrifying happened.

She smiled.

And whispered:

“Thank you… That is a choice.”

Adaeze’s body suddenly twisted backward, and her heart burst from her chest and floated into the bride’s hand.

She vanished.

The blood rain stopped.

The mirrors went silent.

I screamed so hard I lost my voice.

I held Adaeze’s lifeless body and screamed into the dead air,

“I DIDN’T MEAN TO! I DIDN’T GIVE HER! I DIDN’T!”

But it didn’t matter.

The curse had been fed.

And I had made my first sacrifice.

TO BE CONTINUED…