
Papa, why do you always stand by my window every night with red cloth in your mouth?" That single question turned our dinner table cold. Everyone froze - even my father. He said it was just a dream, but my mother's eyes said otherwise. Now, strange things happen in our house every night. Ebuka still swears he sees Papa by his window. And I... I've started seeing him too. 🩸 A Nigerian horror story about fear, family, and the dark secrets we hide at night.All Rights Reserved