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I am currently sitting in front of my computer, scared witless. Every moment could be my last. My friend is here with me and he is the sole reason why my life is in danger. It may not make sense at first, but let me explain.

It all started earlier today, when a friend of mine burst into my house and slammed the door behind him. His eyes were wide with fear and he stood there with his back against the door, breathing heavily. I asked him what had happened and he told me this story:

He had been living with his Aunt for the past year because his parents were in Mexico. They were doing mission work at a small hospital in Southern Mexico. The previous night, a bedraggled man had stumbled through the entrance of the hospital. He was screaming in Spanish and appeared to be out of his mind with terror.

They brought him over to a chair and let him sit down. As he caught his breath, he told his story in broken English. He claimed that his sister had been killed by something he referred to as “La Muerto Blanco”. He kept saying that it was coming for him next.

Confused, they asked him who or what a Muerto Blanco was. With a look of unfathomable fear on his face, he said that La Muerto Blanco was The White Death. She is the soul of a girl who died years ago. She died by her own hand, he said, alone and unloved. She hated life so much that she wanted to remove all traces of herself from the earth. So great was her desire to completely obliterate her memory, that she returned from the dead as a vengeful spirit, bent on killing all those who knew of her existence.

She is a girl, but not a girl, he said. She’s not dead, but not really alive. She has cold, black eyes that weep blood. She walks without ever actually seeming to move an inch. She stalks her victims like a wild animal, pursuing them across rivers and valleys, trailing them back to their homes. You are never really aware that she is following you, until you hear her telltale knock upon your door.

“She knocks once for you skin, which she’ll use to patch her own decaying flesh. Twice for your hair, which she’ll gnash between her teeth. Three times for your bones, which she’ll fashion into clubs. Four times for your heart, which she’ll tear out of your chest. Five times for your teeth, which she’ll polish and keep in a box. Six times for your eyes, which she’ll pluck out one by one. Seven times for your soul, which she’ll swallow whole.”

“No matter where you go, The White Death will track you down and you will hear her terrible knocking begin on the door. You can try to outrun her, but she’s faster than any mortal man. If you flee from your home while she’s knocking on your door, she will follow you wherever you go.”

The terrified man was certain that this thing had killed his sister. He had tried to tell the police, about The White Death but they would not listen, dismissing it as an old wives’ tale. Next, he had tried to tell his priest, but the priest immediately shut the door of the church in his face and turned him away. The priest had seen The White Death following him, he said, and did not want to get involved.

With his head in his hands, the frightened man said that The White Death follows you forever until you tell someone else about it. Then it strikes. It kills you and begins following the person you told.

After finishing his tale, the man stole a car from the mission hospital parking lot, and vanished into the night.

Apparently, my friend’s mother and father had immediately called his aunt and told her about the stange man they had encountered. They asked her if she had ever heard of the White Death. She said she had not and they proceeded to tell her the story that the man had told them.

The aunt got a phonecall later that night. It was the Mexican police. They told her that the parents had been found dead outside the hospital. They had been torn apart.

My friend’s aunt had immediately called him at school to break the bad news to him. As he cried, she told him she couldn’t understand what had happened. She recounted the whole story to him, telling him about the strange man who had turned up in the hospital just hours before his parents were found dead. She told him how the man had given his parents a weird and disturbing story about something called The White Death.

When he hung up the phone, he had struggled to come to terms with what had happened. It almost didn’t seem real to him. When he got home after school, he found the front door of his Aunt’s house standing open. Inside was a trail of blood, leading into the kitchen. There on the kitchen floor, he found his Aunt’s dead body. She had been torn limb from limb.

He ran out of the house and all the way across town, never looking back, until he reached my house. As he told me this story, I could hardly believe it. Within the space of a day, his mother, his father and his aunt had been murdered. It all seemed too far-fetched.

But before I could utter a word, my friend and I both recoiled in horror as we heard a knocking begin at my front door.

We’ve been staring at the door for an hour now, neither of us wanting to open it. The knocking is still going on, growing louder and louder. She never gives up. She never quits. La Muerto Blanco is unstoppable. I think she wants to scare us, my friend and I. I think she wants us to blame each other. And I do – I blame my friend. It’s all his fault. He should never have told about her.

As I sit here in my house, beside my friend, both of us listening to that hideous knocking growing ever louder, I wish a lot of things. I wish she had killed my friend before he reached my house. If he had never been able to tell me about her, I wouldn’t be in danger now. I’m sorry I ever met him.

And I’m sorry for you too. I’m sorry I made you read this story. I’m sorry I ever told you about the White Death. Because now that you know about her, she’ll be coming for you next.

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realokopi:
I was just devastated at that point in time.

hahahaha. That's scary sometimes. Imagine getting a text message from her then.

realokopi:
Mehn!!! I had an experience like that sometimes ago. There was this female friend I met on Facebook, although we were in different locations; We exchanged numbers and we were always talking on the phone. We agreed for her to travel down to my location and we were planning on that to happen when all of a sudden her number wasn't going through any more. I gave up calling her after trying for 2 days with the thought that maybe she lost her phone and she will get back to me on Facebook when she get another one. And it didn't even occur to me to check her timeline on Facebook.
After about a week that I didn't hear from her it occurred to me to go through her timeline on Facebook and behold I saw numerous RIPs on her page. Mehn, I felt so bad
I deactivated my Facebook account immediately!!!!
TESSY, MAY YOUR SOUL REST IN PEACE.

That's sad, But why did you deactivated your Facebook account?

China112:
After death You won't need a Moniker anylonger.

hahahaha. Funny but true.

freeman5050:
Abeg send me this video

Lol

Hahahaha. It's just a gif. Long click on the image and download it.

Still waiting for the apologies!

Blue3k:
Hmm Interesting idea to ponder. Some guys arent dead just banned or just switch accounts. We'd never know who lives or diessince most just prefer being anonymous to begin with. Only if u make friends with someone in real life they report ur death.

Good point!

This country keep getting worse!

CandyOps:
RULE #1: If it's working don't change it.

that's the ultimate rule in business

I think that's the same rule that 2go followed.

CandyOps:
Nairaland abi Seun just dey waste him traffic on paid ads only.

No continuity. No edits. Nothing. You can't even login with FB or Google. The site na ancient of days. And Seun na the unchangeable changer.

It's sad thou. Now imagine how many bank account holders wey done die since leaving all their monies undisclosed in the bank forever. but then life goes on

This is so funny mehn. I wonder why Seun still don't want to update this forum.
Even the emojis are all old, and you can't even send a direct message here, no block and dislike button.

Social distancing.

Another Good governor spotted!

Nigeria is a confused country!

hucknall:
nawa o. I never knew this.

Can we archive the names of dead users in a thread so people will not be quoting the unknowingly?

I wish that will be possible! I don't want to ever quote a dead moniker! The dead and the living have nothing in common.

Continue...

Sammy07:
He was a super mode till around 2015 or so

His second account https://www.nairaland.com/publisher

Okay.

Sammy07:
Even a former moderator on Nairaland died in 2019.

Stanley Nwabia https://www.nairaland.com/therealmr.stan

But his last seen is in 2015, and he was a MOD?

What are the advantages of being a woman (Especially in Nigeria)?

Me: You will easily get your car fixed anytime, any day!

Drop yours!

Nonexistent:
I thought you mean ghosts.

Are you one of them? I don't trust your moniker.

BIGVAJINA:
How many times can you make love in a month

Thanks

Another hairy man behind a female moniker. Men just dey hustle shaaa!

Do you know that there are many dead people on this forum (Nairaland)? . Not all the monikers that you see in the old threads (-2010 and below) are actually abandoned by the users. Some of them are actually owned by dead members.
A moniker like Dúkeprince50 is a good example of it. No matter how much you may quote him in his posts, his moniker will get mentions, but he won't see or reply you. This is sad right?
Maybe one day, some of our monikers would also be stuck on Nairaland forever without anyone being able to access it.
And the sad truth is that you will hardly know that the person is gone. And you won't know when he will be posting his last comment.
Well, that's life for you shaaa! It's just weird, and death is inevitable!

Silentgroper:
Piss off..

Lol.

MiVida:
Mehn... So true.

Yes, and also sad.

Do you know that there are many dead people on this forum (Nairaland)? . Not all the monikers that you see in the old threads (-2010 and below) are actually abandoned by the users. Some of them are probably owned by dead members.
A moniker like Dúkeprince50 is a good example of it. No matter how much you may quote him on his posts, his moniker will only get mentions, but he won't see or reply you. This is sad right?
Maybe one day, some of our monikers would also be stuck on Nairaland forever without anyone being able to access it.
And the sad truth is that you will hardly know that the person is gone. And you won't know when he will be posting his last comment.
Well, that's life for you shaaa! It's just weird, and death is inevitable!

Silentgroper:
quick question, what do i usually accuse u of?

Lol, I'm not ur Parker.

Lastmankc:
You want fu*ck?

Lol. No, maybe next time. Thanks anyway!

Silentgroper:
Are u parker?

No, I'm not.

Silentgroper:
Parkervero!

my one nd only niqqa.. Happy new year..

Long life and more money to you bro!