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dre11:
https://www.herald.ng/man-spots-dead-wife-with-another-man-in-lagos/

spawnx:
Such entity might be shape-shifters that steal dead people's identity or people that are from another world (marine)

thoollz:
I cannot believe d mods brought this tales by moonlight to FP. Nairaland is no longer a forum, but a place where bloggers dump their thrash for d gullible to swallow. Most things brought to d fp are most times not useful to us.

oloriLFC:
Akudaaya things! what about the okada man, did he faint too?

Ishilove:
Monkey tail

This babe you bad gan!

unite4real:
Story is not adding up. You were travelling to Ababa and made a stop over in Lagos. Were you coming from Ghana or cotonou

ChiefAzubuike:
Reminds me of one incident that happened May 24 1997. Till this date I remain confused. I got back from work as usual in Ikotun, Lagos only to find people gather in front of my gate. Others were upstairs at the balcony condoling my landlady. News reached my outlandish self that my landlord had passed on earlier. He died of natural causes in his car.

Strange enough, earlier that morning, he was acting unusual. This man would always call me to assist him open the gate anytime he's going out. That morning he never did that. Dressed in suit he opened the gate himself for the first time ever, had a final look of his compound with his hands around his waist , shook his head, closed the gate and zoomed off. His corpse was brought home later that day. Days later he was buried in that same compound in my presence. I saw the body with my two eyes.

Fast forward to 3 months, I was at a chemist shop buying a drug. The shop happened to be opposite an ashawo house. As I was about paying for my goods, I saw my landlord carrying a prostitute in. I was far away and dumbfounded. I called his name. He looked back and gazed at me with an angry look I've never seen before. Then like a fart in the wind he disappeared into thin air. I was so curious and decided to trail the hoe. She confessed a man fitting my description approached her for an all nighter sex romp. She said she entered her room to change her cloth, get her bags and follow the man home. All this done she came out and her customer was nowhere to be found again. Others complained of hearing someone banging the gates at midnight. The dogs howling and happy for no reason like they've seen a long lost owner. Some even confessed to seeing a bald headed man sitting quietly on that grave at night. For two good years before I finally parked out, I always made sure I get home by 7PM latest , lock all my doors and refuse to be woken by any strange noise until day break.

thoollz:
I cannot believe d mods brought this tales by moonlight to FP. Nairaland is no longer a forum, but a place where bloggers dump their thrash for d gullible to swallow. Most things brought to d fp are most times not useful to us.

ChiefAzubuike:
Reminds me of one incident that happened May 24 1997. Till this date I remain confused. I got back from work as usual in Ikotun, Lagos only to find people gather in front of my gate. Others were upstairs at the balcony condoling my landlady. News reached my outlandish self that my landlord had passed on earlier. He died of natural causes in his car.

Strange enough, earlier that morning, he was acting unusual. This man would always call me to assist him open the gate anytime he's going out. That morning he never did that. Dressed in suit he opened the gate himself for the first time ever, had a final look of his compound with his hands around his waist , shook his head, closed the gate and zoomed off. His corpse was brought home later that day. Days later he was buried in that same compound in my presence. I saw the body with my two eyes.

Fast forward to 3 months, I was at a chemist shop buying a drug. The shop happened to be opposite an ashawo house. As I was about paying for my goods, I saw my landlord carrying a prostitute in. I was far away and dumbfounded. I called his name. He looked back and gazed at me with an angry look I've never seen before. Then like a fart in the wind he disappeared into thin air. I was so curious and decided to trail the hoe. She confessed a man fitting my description approached her for an all nighter sex romp. She said she entered her room to change her cloth, get her bags and follow the man home. All this done she came out and her customer was nowhere to be found again. Others complained of hearing someone banging the gates at midnight. The dogs howling and happy for no reason like they've seen a long lost owner. Some even confessed to seeing a bald headed man sitting quietly on that grave at night. For two good years before I finally parked out, I always made sure I get home by 7PM latest , lock all my doors and refuse to be woken by any strange noise until day break.

bigerboy200:
nice pose..Give me your details, I’ll tell u more about the Okada man

ChiefAzubuike:
Reminds me of one incident that happened May 24 1997. Till this date I remain confused. I got back from work as usual in Ikotun, Lagos only to find people gather in front of my gate. Others were upstairs at the balcony condoling my landlady. News reached my outlandish self that my landlord had passed on earlier. He died of natural causes in his car.

Strange enough, earlier that morning, he was acting unusual. This man would always call me to assist him open the gate anytime he's going out. That morning he never did that. Dressed in suit he opened the gate himself for the first time ever, had a final look of his compound with his hands around his waist , shook his head, closed the gate and zoomed off. His corpse was brought home later that day. Days later he was buried in that same compound in my presence. I saw the body with my two eyes.

Fast forward to 3 months, I was at a chemist shop buying a drug. The shop happened to be opposite an ashawo house. As I was about paying for my goods, I saw my landlord carrying a prostitute in. I was far away and dumbfounded. I called his name. He looked back and gazed at me with an angry look I've never seen before. Then like a fart in the wind he disappeared into thin air. I was so curious and decided to trail the hoe. She confessed a man fitting my description approached her for an all nighter sex romp. She said she entered her room to change her cloth, get her bags and follow the man home. All this done she came out and her customer was nowhere to be found again. Others complained of hearing someone banging the gates at midnight. The dogs howling and happy for no reason like they've seen a long lost owner. Some even confessed to seeing a bald headed man sitting quietly on that grave at night. For two good years before I finally parked out, I always made sure I get home by 7PM latest , lock all my doors and refuse to be woken by any strange noise until day break.

Ishilove:
Monkey tail

ChiefAzubuike:
Reminds me of one incident that happened May 24 1997. Till this date I remain confused. I got back from work as usual in Ikotun, Lagos only to find people gather in front of my gate. Others were upstairs at the balcony condoling my landlady. News reached my outlandish self that my landlord had passed on earlier. He died of natural causes in his car.

Strange enough, earlier that morning, he was acting unusual. This man would always call me to assist him open the gate anytime he's going out. That morning he never did that. Dressed in suit he opened the gate himself for the first time ever, had a final look of his compound with his hands around his waist , shook his head, closed the gate and zoomed off. His corpse was brought home later that day. Days later he was buried in that same compound in my presence. I saw the body with my two eyes.

Fast forward to 3 months, I was at a chemist shop buying a drug. The shop happened to be opposite an ashawo house. As I was about paying for my goods, I saw my landlord carrying a prostitute in. I was far away and dumbfounded. I called his name. He looked back and gazed at me with an angry look I've never seen before. Then like a fart in the wind he disappeared into thin air. I was so curious and decided to trail the hoe. She confessed a man fitting my description approached her for an all nighter sex romp. She said she entered her room to change her cloth, get her bags and follow the man home. All this done she came out and her customer was nowhere to be found again. Others complained of hearing someone banging the gates at midnight. The dogs howling and happy for no reason like they've seen a long lost owner. Some even confessed to seeing a bald headed man sitting quietly on that grave at night. For two good years before I finally parked out, I always made sure I get home by 7PM latest , lock all my doors and refuse to be woken by any strange noise until day break.

ChiefAzubuike:
Reminds me of one incident that happened May 24 1997. Till this date I remain confused. I got back from work as usual in Ikotun, Lagos only to find people gather in front of my gate. Others were upstairs at the balcony condoling my landlady. News reached my outlandish self that my landlord had passed on earlier. He died of natural causes in his car.

Strange enough, earlier that morning, he was acting unusual. This man would always call me to assist him open the gate anytime he's going out. That morning he never did that. Dressed in suit he opened the gate himself for the first time ever, had a final look of his compound with his hands around his waist , shook his head, closed the gate and zoomed off. His corpse was brought home later that day. Days later he was buried in that same compound in my presence. I saw the body with my two eyes.

Fast forward to 3 months, I was at a chemist shop buying a drug. The shop happened to be opposite an ashawo house. As I was about paying for my goods, I saw my landlord carrying a prostitute in. I was far away and dumbfounded. I called his name. He looked back and gazed at me with an angry look I've never seen before. Then like a fart in the wind he disappeared into thin air. I was so curious and decided to trail the hoe. She confessed a man fitting my description approached her for an all nighter sex romp. She said she entered her room to change her cloth, get her bags and follow the man home. All this done she came out and her customer was nowhere to be found again. Others complained of hearing someone banging the gates at midnight. The dogs howling and happy for no reason like they've seen a long lost owner. Some even confessed to seeing a bald headed man sitting quietly on that grave at night. For two good years before I finally parked out, I always made sure I get home by 7PM latest , lock all my doors and refuse to be woken by any strange noise until day break.

unite4real:
Story is not adding up. You were travelling to Ababa and made a stop over in Lagos. Were you coming from Ghana or cotonou

victorian:
Such things do happen. In real life . I don't doubt the story.