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Nostradamus could you please mention a few paranormal or fantasy stories here? Thanks.

When Tella, a music teacher arrives in Oyo, she intends to pay her last respect to her grandfather.



However, when she spends the night in her grandfather's house, she finds herself drawn to a guitar in his old store room.



Within days, strange things starts happening around her, but what could possibly go wrong just for pulling the strings of guitar?



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23/08/2018

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My mother always warned me against whistling at night.

"I pray you don't attract evil with that your smelling mouth," she said one night as she broke melon seeds for dinner.

I've never believed in myths, but I found her tales funny.

"Why mother?"

"I've told you times without number," she pushed the white, plastic chair she sat on and stood up to adjust her red, ankara wrapper. "You might attract mysterious creatures. Seeing these creatures might drive anyone mad."

I wanted to scoff and say you're talking to a fifteen year old o, but I decided against it.

"What kind of creatures?" I asked.

"Not this night, Bimpe," she said as she lifted the tray of melon seeds off the stool. "Join me in the kitchen. Let's wash the plates together."

That night, after washing the plates, I retired to my room. It didn't take up to twenty minutes when something strange occurred.

At first, it was a tickle until a needle like object burned into my flesh. I sat up with a lightening speed and rubbed the burning which swelled over my elbow.

Stumbling out of bed, I switched on the light to catch the stupid insect that bit me, only for me to find thousands of currant red ants surrounding my bed and down on the floor.

"Ijalo!" I shrieked. "Fire ant!"

I expected my parents and twin younger siblings - Taiye and Kehinde - to barrel into my room but non of that happened.

What kind of yeye sleep are they sleeping na!

I  whimpered. Deciding to try my luck and escape through the door, and that's when something magical happened. The ants parted into halves as my legs touched the ground until I walked towards the door.

I resisted the sudden urge to scream again. Instead, my mouth stretched open as wonders unfolded before me. Soon a buzz enveloped the room like voices from a thousand people.

"You didn't have to bite her!"

My face crumbled into dismay. Where did that come from?

"Don't shout," as the tiny voice echoed in my room, the ants parted like they did for me and gave passage to an exceptionally red ant. It was scarlet red.

The colour wasn't my problem; my head felt light and it became difficult for me to breath.

I must be running mad.

"We've come to get our queen," the voice continued. "You."

Ants can speak? I can hear them!

My eyes blurred, but not from tears.

"We thought you abandoned us," this tiny ant won't relent and if it wasn't for the thousands that surrounded me, I would've smashed it to the ground.

"We traced your songs; the whistling."

My mother was right. Whistling attracted creatures; ones that wanted me as an ant queen.

I must be running mad.

Everything became fuzzy and before my body could make contact with the ground, I jolted up with a start.

"It's a dream," I whispered and glanced at the window.

The cloud was still a dark, indigo colour as sounds of crickets echoed in the night. Sighing, I resumed my sleeping position, but before I could lay my head on the pillow, a sharp burning pain pierced my elbow. Right there, I knew my dream was real.








I wrote these two stories which are quite similar. Please let me know which one you love most. Like and keep liking.






A house of tiny People and other short stories...

Waking up was no longer the pleasure it used to be for Ayomide.

There's a fleeting moment when she's whole again but it evaporates faster than shear butter melting from the impact of a sun.

Then her lids that drooped with sleep would snap violently open from the piercing cry of a baby. It has been the same, every night for the past one week.

There were times she wondered if the baby was next to her on the bed, but no baby was near. After all, she has been childless for over ten years and it led to her husband leaving her.

So why the hell does she keeps hearing a baby's cries. Is someone trying to taunt her?

Sighing and blinking a few times to get her eyes adjusted to the darkness around her, Ayomide, searched for her phone on the bed.

When she found it, she clicked the power button to check the time, which read 2am; the exact time this baby disturbs her sleep.

She would not close her eyes and force herself to sleep. No, not today, not this night. She would trace where the crying came from and tackle the woman who kept abandoning this child to cry and disturb her peace.

"I'll give her a piece of my mind," she muttered.

But your neighbour doesn't have a baby.

A small voice whispered in her head but she ignored. Pushing from the bouncy bed, she found her slippers, made her way out of the room and out of her apartment.

The cold night air was the first thing that welcomed her as it seeped through her black and white polka dot sleep shirt.

For a second, she wished she wore a sweater before stepping out, but it didn't matter.

Wrapping her arms around herself, she stepped out her compound through the iron gates and glanced down the eerily quiet street.

Of course, not a single soul lurked around the neighbourhood. The street was dead silent except for the baby's cries and the soft buzzing from the flickering street lamps which cast a soft glow on the wet asphalt ground.

Why don't you just go back inside?

Shut up! She told the voice in her head as she tried her best to track the side of the street where the crying came from, and as if the baby knew someone who cared enough was coming to talk some senses into its mother, another sharp cry startled me.

"That's it!" she grunted.

Clenching her small fists, Ayomide looked at the large, beige painted house and caught the sight of a shadow in the window above.

For about five years, the house has been empty with no one living there.

How come someone stood behind the curtains? Was her eyes playing tricks on her?

No! It must be the woman with the crying baby. She concluded.

She crossed to the other side of the street where the crying came from and followed it.

For a few seconds, she felt she was in control, but as she walked towards the house, she noticed the house became farther and her head became lighter.

It doesn't matter, she told herself even though somewhere in her heart, she knew something was wrong.

After what felt like eternity, she stopped right at the front of the large house, heaved an angry sigh and walked through the already opened gate.

Only when she entered the house, she found the whole place filled up with people who weren't like her.

Ayomide glanced backwards towards her house, but all she saw were large trees crashing and lashing like drum sticks in the hands of a giant. Her house was gone! Through a sickening swirl of fear, a shiver ran over her skin. Where was she?

Swallowing hard, Ayomide returned her gaze to the millions of people swarming towards her.

From the rouge pink patches on their brown skin, to the abnormal way their eyes were placed at the sides of their head, she could tell they weren't just humans.

What kind humans carried a mat, a dull lit lantern and cried like babies?

She never believed in these superstitious stories. In fact, she brushed such stories aside. Now, it seemed too crazy to be real.

Her head started to swirl in a daze as she tried to run from these tiny monsters, but they were too close.

As if something controlled them, their eyes lit up in crimson red as they started towards her.

Ayomide's mind raced with the stories they told about Egbere - a bush baby. It was believed they weren't violent creatures but the anger in their burning eyes said otherwise.

She kicked at them as they surrounded her while crying.  Her head spun around as if they were too heavy for her body and with one long sigh, she slumped to the ground.

Till this day, Ayomide was never found and the house tiny people vanished from White gate Avenue.

Hey guys! I wanted to know the big fans of Paranormal and fantasy novels. It's been long I wrote a story and now I'm back. I'm starting a new story by next weekend and I'll love to tag everyone if you to my story. Thank you!

Cadec007:
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Cadec007:
Are u posting the story here or this is just intro?

No I'm not posting it here, you can click on the link. For now the story has up to seventeen chapters and its still free.

Excerpt to be released soon.

https://my.w.tt/fdI78oUZEL

For as long as I can remember, I've worn eyeglasses. My mother made sure I had them on and I formed the habit. Until one day, it got broken and I realized I can see things others can't see....

This story details the adventures of Fibikemi, who finds out she has supernatural gifts, a secret her mother had been keeping away from her for a very long time.

On finding out about her power, she catches a glimpse of the death of Aaron, St. Martha secondary school loner.

On the quest to to rewrite the vision about him and save him, a series of heart shattering secrets about Aaron began to unfold.

Will she be able to save him?

All the thrills we've had


The story details the life of 19 year old Lola Philips a university undergraduate as she tries to unravel the mystery behind a certain Facebook account threatening to release some pictures she sent to her ex boyfriend. In a period two months, she starts doubting people around her.

Will she push her loved ones away?

All the thrills we've had is an emotional, romance- mystery debut.


https://www.okadabooks.com/search?term=all+the+thrills

CHAPTER ONE

The past shapes every human into what they become in subsequent time. For some, their unpleasant experiences make them gutsy; as for others, it breaks them.

Take for example Lola Philips, always tensed, clumsy and worrisome about absolutely everything. If you stared at her beyond normal, it made her jittery and scared. She’d think you are probably planning to harm her.

Now as she stared, unsure of what to do as he stood in front of her, eyes twinkling brightly, lips curved into a smile, oblivious to the effect it had on Lola, at that moment she wished something would take her from him.

Lola swayed backward, shoved her blackberry into her brown satchel as she tottered away. She increased her pace when she looked back and saw him follow her at a slower stride. Her heart rate increased — she was unsure whether to run or not — as she hurried to the right and went down the stairs, pushing between three girls who were talking, each step she took made a slapping sound against the concrete. When she got to the bottom of the stairs she stumbled on a garbage can. It fell and made a clanking sound.


“Lola”.

“What do you want?”, Lola yelled as she staggered, trying to place the garbage can can to its position. Dave quickly helped her with it and grabbed her hand.

“Get your hands off me!”

She glanced around, realizing she drew the attention of students that walked to their classes. Lola shut her eyes as she tried to calm herself.

Opening her eyes, she looked around to see some people giving her strange looks. Rita Daniels, a girl in Lola’s department crinkled her square — shaped face in disgust. Both girls quarreled their first year, during registrations for courses for the semester. Lola had stepped on Rita’s feet and for someone as cranky as Rita, it didn’t go so well with her.

Lola glowered at Rita and returned her attention back to him.

“Is everything alright? You … ran off”.

You’ve got to be kidding me, Lola thought. Her nostrils flared. One, two, three, she counted trying to keep her cool.

“I’ll be fine if you let me be”, She gritted her teeth, her eyes now red from both anger and tears that welled up in her eyes.

She stared at him long enough, trying not to close her eyes. One blink, and all the tears would spill out.

His usual baseball cap and t- shirt he wore most times in secondary school were gone. Instead, he wore a custom fit black chino trousers with a blue stripped shirt accompanied by a black backpack that hung lazily on the shoulder.His hair, a hue of chestnut styled in a curly top-fade made him look matured and suave.

However;he was still Dave Stevens.The guy who made life hell for Lola Philips. The guy who made her contemplate suicide more than once.

It was the beginning of another term SS2, Lola walked up the aisle, holding her breath tight inside her like it would make her look tinier than she was already. She walked between the seats, the bus grew silent, dozens of gaze on her.

Do you guys really have to make me feel more nervous? She thought.

She tried to keep her head up when she spied Anita — Dave’s girlfriend — and Dave seated at the back. Anita glared at her, and she stared back, she couldn’t let her sense her fears, the fear of been ridiculed before most students of Stone Top secondary school — juniors, seniors and her mates — the fear of getting a black eye and scratches all over the face.

She found an empty seat halfway down and as she gently settled into it, she prayed Anita had changed her mind about beating her up school.

That morning Anita had made fun of her new ballet flats and called it “old tattered shoes”. Lola had defended herself and insulted her.

Hope welled in her when for the first few minutes Anita hadn’t dragged her off her seat. A smile started to pull at her lips, and she heard a voice shouted.

“Slap her already”, before she could turn her head she felt a punch hit her neck over and over. Lola struggled to get up from her sit but Anita was now towering over, in seconds she struggled to pull Anita’s hands off her neck to catch a breath. It wasn’t surprising Anita was this strong, she was at least 5’8 tall.

“Anita”, a voice called. She recognized it as Dave’s.

Most students standing over her uncertain of what do. Dave was holding Anita back from Lola as she lay almost immobile on the seat.

“Dave stop holding me!”, Anita yelled.

Her neck felt sore as she touched the surrounding skin.

“She’s not worth it Anita”, Dave grumbled.

Sooner, she got the strength to get up - thankfully the driver hadn’t started the bus yet - Lola carried her backpack and walked in between students scattered around her and got down from the bus.

“Lola?”.

She snapped her head up, then sighed.

“You just stood there and watched her strangle me”, Lola wiped the tears off her eyes.

Dave tilted his head as his brows furrowed. “What?”

“Why didn’t you do anything? How could you watch Anita do that?”, her voice cracked. He looked both remorseful and hurt, it was obvious he understood what she was referring to.

“I’m sorry”, he looked like he was about to cry.

Why does he look like he wanted to cry? I’m the one who got tortured, not you. Lola wanted to scream.

“Sorry doesn’t make anything better”, Lola hissed.

Sorry wouldn’t change what Anita did that day and afterwards, sorry wouldn’t change the fact that she’d cut her wrists bit by bit with a blade, sorry wouldn’t change the torture her family passed through when her parents rushed to the hospital for bleeding profusely,sorry wouldn’t make all that go away.

“I-I know. I just saw you while I was with a friend… I thought I should say hi”, he paused, staring at Lola with hope in his eyes. “I just got admission here, uh… direct entry ish. Quantity survey”, he continued.

Great! She thought.

It was the beginning of another session in Ascend institute of technology and every year students either got admitted through JAMB, others who have their diplomas or OND got admitted through direct entry 200level — provided they made the cut-off mark. Now, he was in the same department as Lola.

“I guess I’ll see you around”, Dave said, before walking away.

Lola stared at his retreating figure, then she began to walk away too. She scrunched up her face.

She shouldn’t have been that rude to him. How different was she from Dave? Besides, he could get mad and decide to make her life miserable all over again .Make everyone in the department hate her, he could do it.

No! She shook her head, taking in a long calming breathe.

She pushed her red framed glasses up her nose then spun around.

“Wait”, she said, but as her eyes searched the crowd of students, Lola saw Rita giggling, and held Dave by the arm. A pang shot through her chest.

As she was about to turn away, Rita stared straight at her . Slowly her lips curled up into a cold disturbing smile.







The story details the life of 19 year old Lola Philips a university undergraduate as she tries to unravel the mystery behind a certain Facebook account threatening to release some pictures she sent to her ex boyfriend. In a period two months, she starts doubting people around her.

Will she push her loved ones away?

All the thrills we've had is an emotional, romance- mystery debut.


Here's a link to the story, you can buy it for only 200naira.

https://www.okadabooks.com/search?term=all+the+thrills