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When 22-year-old Kikelomo Olayiwola gets selected for an exclusive, all-expenses-paid art residency at the prestigious Olowo Art Pavilion in Ibadan, she believes her big break has finally come. The gallery is legendary, the artists are elite, and the curators? Cold, eccentric, and obsessed with control. But once inside, she realizes this isn't just a space for creativity. It's a house of secrets, whispers, and rituals. Artists start disappearing. Paintings bleed. Doors lock without reason. And somehow, her art seems to know things she hasn't yet told anyone. As her sense of reality unravels, Kikelomo must decide: is this all in her head, or is the gallery alive-and hungry? Because in Olowo Pavilion, you don't just create art. You become it.

Nina is a book that contains my compilation of short stories. Nina is an award-winning novel filled with spine-tingling tales that are worth a read. From horrific princesses to a future where nothing is as it seems, there's a story for everyone in here. *Featured in the Undiscovered Books profile reading list 'Need to Read'* #WattysNG2020

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Adisa always dismissed his father's warnings about the cursed land-until the night a spectral woman in tattered red emerged from the baobab grove, her bare feet bleeding into the dust. "Your blood knows my pain," she whispered, her grip icy. She speaks of a broken promise, a debt owed by his grandfather-one that has festered into a generational curse. Now, the barren fields, the failing crops-they all make sense. But her demand is worse: "You must love me." As the boundary between myth and reality crumbles, Adisa must choose: surrender to a ghost's twisted bargain or watch his bloodline-and his future-wither to dust. The land remembers. And so does she."

Part 1 The music had barely faded when three LASU boys - Olakeys, Segzy, and Chike - stumbled out of a party into the dim Lagos night. Spotting a young woman by the roadside, they offered her a ride. She wore a tight red dress that hugged her curves. Her skin was unnaturally pale and smooth under the yellow streetlight. A heavy, sweet perfume - jasmine mixed with something metallic like blood - filled the air. Her long black hair moved perfectly, untouched by the breeze, and her smile revealed teeth too sharp and white. "Come to my place in Berger," she said in a velvety voice. "We can continue the fun there." Olakeys and Segzy quickly agreed, but Chike felt a strange heaviness in his chest. As they drove, the feeling worsened. "Abeg, stop here," Chike said suddenly. "Drop me. I'll take a bike." Despite their teasing, he got out. As the car pulled away, the woman turned and smiled at him through the window - her dark glassy eyes and unnaturally wide grin sent chills down his spine. He never knew it would be the last time he saw his friends alive. The next morning, Olakeys and Segzy were missing. By afternoon, Chike received a terrifying WhatsApp message from Olakeys at 5:12 AM: Chike... call the police. Please. Berger. Both phones were switched off. After three days of silence, social media exploded with #FindOlakeysAndSegzy. Police eventually traced a signal to an abandoned building in Berger. Inside a dusty room, they found a large wooden box. The smell hit them first. When they opened it, even hardened officers recoiled in horror. The dismembered remains of Olakeys and Segzy were carefully arranged inside. Some body parts were missing. The mysterious woman was never found. When Chike heard the news, he collapsed. The image of the red taillights disappearing into the night haunted him. Deep down, he knew the truth: If he had stayed in that car, there would have been three names on the missing persons poster.

Emeka is a Bolt Food rider in Port Harcourt, struggling to make ends meet. When he receives a late-night order for Cemetery Road, he accepts it for the delivery fee. But his customer, Madam Rose, has been dead for two years. She orders jollof rice with kpomo and fried fish. She pays instantly with bank alerts. And she leaves secrets as tips - secrets about powerful men in Port Harcourt who thought their sins were buried with her. Now Emeka is caught in something dangerous. The police think he's crazy. The ghost refuses to let him go. And the man who murdered Madam Rose just placed an order for two plates. Chapter 1 is free to read. If you scare easily, don't read this after dark. Chapters 6-15 are available for ₦700. Contact me on WhatsApp to unlock the rest of the story. This is Port Harcourt after midnight. Where the dead still get hungry, and their secrets can kill you. #PortHarcourt #GhostStory #NigerianHorror #Thriller #Crime #Paranormal. U want to read chapter 6 to 15, message me on WhatsApp ( 08125585032)

3:17am. Emeka finds a rusty key under his bed. By 3:18am, his landlord swears the house has no basement. But the key is warm. And the stairs are calling. DEAD END STORIES is a Nigerian horror series where every door opens... but nothing lets you leave alive. New chapter every 2 days. VOTE ⭐ if you dare enter.

In a small Lagos neighborhood a mysterious illness spreads transforming residents into terrifying creatures from Yoruba mythology.

The floor split open. Stairs appeared where there was none. The landlord said this house had no basement. So why is there a red door waiting below? At 3:33am, Emeka has to choose: Turn the key... or run. But the stairs are already calling his name.