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tales by moonlight

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.

lol,this ur naration is epic.u sure of this or na movie?

I wish this were possible . . . I wish I'll see Chidi again.

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. I wonder what d foreigners think of us whenever they grace through d fp of the "best forum in Africa"

And You Think The " Foreigners" Don't Experience These Things Too? Ever Heard Of Haunted Buildings In Those Ur " Foreigners' " Lands Before? Not Everything About You And Ur Continent Are Bad And Strange.

Thatz what we call familiar spirit

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.

Jesus handsome christ

This happened at a Boys only boarding school. So no one should come here and tell me rubbish because it happened.

There was this boy called Tony who is very good at athletics, so good that he was very popular in the school.

There is another boy called Francis, a stubborn and a trouble-maker; as part of his routine, most times he jumps the school fence on weekends and goes into town to eat a good meal at his aunt's place. Most of his friends encourage him because he always comes back with goodies.

During this period the school was preparing for her inter-house event so there was a time for practice. Tony was the star. Beating other students in all track events. But on this very day, he collapsed while training and everybody panicked. They rushed him to the school clinic but he didn't make it. Come and see the mood in the school, because it was something almost everyone on the field witnessed.

On Sunday night, two days later, some students were in one of the classrooms upstairs, trying to study and at the same time gisting about Tony's sudden death.

Francis has already jumped the fence into the school and was heading back to his dormitory. As he walked he saw the light in the classroom upstairs so he decided to holler at the students there. As he made to climb the stairs he met Tony walking down the stairs. "Hey what's up gee" They shook hands while Tony kept walking. Francis continued up the stairs and entered the class.

He hailed his friends as he entered, but no one even paid attention to him. All faces were sad. "wetin dey do una", i dey greet una no fit answer, abi what is the problem"? "the students looked at one another and realized Francis didn't hear about the news, so one of them asked him, "so you haven't heard what happened on the field on friday"

"how i go hear" replied Francis, "una sabi say i dey enter town for weekend"

more silence as no one was ready to be the one to break the news to him.

"wetin happen na? You guys should talk and stop acting wierd"

One of them said "Tony collapsed on the field and died later at the clinic"

Francis was like "Una dey craze ni? Which kin joke be dis na, abeg if na play make una stop am o! it is too expensive".

They replied, "we are not joking, how we go joke for person death"

Na lie jor !!! he started laughing, and then said "As i dey climb the stairs, no be Tony i just greet now? abi no be from this class him bin come out from?

"The look on the students face was both of shock and disbelief. Suddenly Francis shivered, and then ran from the door and went to stand close to the students. Other students got up and out of fear started screaming. Some started packing their books and bags while others are still in shock.

Come and see scrambling as everyone ran out of the class.

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.

WHAT TYPE CRACK ARE YOU SMOKING, MUST BE A VERY BAD STUFF HUH? YOU MUST BE HIGH ON A MIXTURE OF CODEINE AND TRAMADOL

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.

how old are you?

femmoy:
U don't have sense, this is reality, better face it than spitting shit. Mofo

bros why insulting me..... Just mention me again and say I can't do anything to you let me use you as an example here...... Hope your very prayerful

Jethrolite:
Looks like he was employed to keep users busy and interested.

like nwamaikpe

dancok:
well bro if u doubt the story, come to Akure in ondo state, i will show u a house built by a dead person. GOD IS GREAT.

wow do people still live in it?

Shemadex:
This is not lie at all i av withness somethin similar also

tell ur story

This Nairaland isnt the Nairaland i Knew 5 years ago. I am quitting it for Good. and please Stop posting and commenting Lies. especially Bloggers that wants to win traffic to their web sites.

dancok:
well bro if u doubt the story, come to Akure in ondo state, i will show u a house built by a dead person. GOD IS GREAT.

tell the story what happen

Polyflexzy:
This Nairaland isnt the Nairaland i Knew 5 years ago. I am quitting it for Good. and please Stop posting and commenting Lies. especially Bloggers that wants to win traffic to their web sites.

I don't think there've ever been a time when lies were not posted on NL.
You can see that some people believe in the story or believe it does happen even if this one is fake.
All you have to do is focus on the type of stories you love to read on Nairaland.

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.

Happens alot. I remember when i was in primary school, Primary 4 to be exact I usually sat in front close to the class teachers table. I once over heard him telling another colleague of his something that happened when he was in secondary school. His grandmother had come to visit him with sardine and other provisions as she usually did because he was her favourite and they were very close. He got home later during the vacation and was told she had died and was told when she died. He was in disbelief as he said it couldn't be possible as she had come to see him in school and he even had left over provisions and sardine he brought back home from the ones she had come to give him. She died 2 weeks to the time she came to see him, his parents and folks at home didn't believe him until they were able to reach his guardian in school and some of his classmates who confirmed the story as well as the time . The curious thing was this, my teacher was shedding tears as he told this story to his colleague. What do you all make of that? Things happen alot.

Civilized world next time use your phone to keep an evidence of true and stop giving blurry story our mumu don do

Balyz:
You have a very wild imagination

Hahahaha.,....d funniest thing here is dat ppl bliv him oooo

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.

You and ashawo house... so this thing start tey tey

temiflex01:
Igbos even in their dead wants to stay in Lagos, they keep pretending with hate, but they can't do without us.

hahahaha

Poor reasoning

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.

The dead messing around with the Living.

picture of the husband, picture of the fainted man and lastly picture of how the wife suddenly disappeared or I dont believe it ... super story

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.

you mean all this happened yet you still lived in that same compound for 2years .. story story

Ishilove:
Monkey tail

+ PASA BITTERS

sure it happens

somadinho10:
wow do people still live in it?

not really, only for commercial purposes, currently now the house is been use as buka. (local food seller)

Many thanks. For me it was useful.

Sincerely speaking, most of these stories are real. I've witnessed one. I don't have time to share the story now

bsirwhyte:
Sincerely speaking, most of these stories are real.
I've witnessed one.
I don't have time to share the story now

Share it. I'm listening.

HoodBillionaire:
but the bible says the dead is gone and have no idea of the happenings in the world of the living.man to die once and after death is judgement
wrf
does this mean my late dad might be alive somewhere else
this world is confusing

What that scripture said is that once people die, they don't live to die again even if they reappear as ghosts... they can only vanish. If your late dad dey another place now now, it doesn't mean he has to die again. Talking about judgement, judgment is not immediate. It's for a set time. It's the white throne judgment of all humans where books will be opened. Those who died already have not been judged at all. Judgment is still in the future.

mhizenugu:
Lol

Why you keep mouth like nkapia?