💋I WAS KNACK WHILE SLEEPING BY MY NEIGHBOR 😱🔥
Episode 4
I thought the nightmare had ended.
After that shameful night with Kingsley, the scratches stopped for three whole days.
I slept like a baby.
I started smiling again.
I even thanked God in my quiet prayers.
But on the fourth night, everything changed.
I went to bed early, happy, tired from lectures.
I locked my door, bolted the window, said my prayers, and slept.
I woke up around 3 a.m. with that same heavy feeling between my legs.
My nightgown was pushed all the way to my neck.
My wrapper was on the floor.
My body was wet with sweat.
But this time… something was different.
I sat up slowly and looked down at my bed.
There, on the white bedsheet, were fresh, sticky drops.
White.
Thick.
Still warm.
I touched one with shaking finger.
It was sperm.
Real sperm.
On my bed.
Inside my room.
Door still locked.
Window still bolted.
No sound.
No footprint.
Nothing.
Just those drops staring back at me like evidence.
My scream woke the whole compound.
I ran out in my nightgown, crying, shouting.
“Somebody don knack me again! Come see!”
People rushed out with torchlights and phones.
Madam landlord came with wrapper tied half.
Kingsley came shirtless.
Even the quiet ones came.
They entered my room.
They saw the drops on the bed.
Everybody went quiet.
Kingsley’s face changed.
“Cynthia… this one no be play again.”
One girl started crying.
“Na spirit o.”
Another boy made the sign of the cross.
“Jesus!”
I stood there shaking, tears running.
Because now I knew.
This was not a human being.
No human can enter locked door, knack person, leave sperm, and disappear without trace.
This was something else.
Something dark.
Something evil.
The compound people started praying out loud.
Some brought anointing oil.
Some brought Qur’an.
Some brought red cloth and bitter kola.
But I knew in my heart.
The thing wey dey knack me every night…
E no be man.
E no be woman.
E be spirit.
And e don taste me.
E no go stop.
That night, nobody slept again.
We sat outside till morning, singing, praying, crying.
But deep inside, I knew.
Next night, when everywhere quiet again…
The iron bed go sing.
And the spirit go come back.
Because now e don mark me.
And e no dey tire.
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Episode 4
I thought the nightmare had ended.
After that shameful night with Kingsley, the scratches stopped for three whole days.
I slept like a baby.
I started smiling again.
I even thanked God in my quiet prayers.
But on the fourth night, everything changed.
I went to bed early, happy, tired from lectures.
I locked my door, bolted the window, said my prayers, and slept.
I woke up around 3 a.m. with that same heavy feeling between my legs.
My nightgown was pushed all the way to my neck.
My wrapper was on the floor.
My body was wet with sweat.
But this time… something was different.
I sat up slowly and looked down at my bed.
There, on the white bedsheet, were fresh, sticky drops.
White.
Thick.
Still warm.
I touched one with shaking finger.
It was sperm.
Real sperm.
On my bed.
Inside my room.
Door still locked.
Window still bolted.
No sound.
No footprint.
Nothing.
Just those drops staring back at me like evidence.
My scream woke the whole compound.
I ran out in my nightgown, crying, shouting.
“Somebody don knack me again! Come see!”
People rushed out with torchlights and phones.
Madam landlord came with wrapper tied half.
Kingsley came shirtless.
Even the quiet ones came.
They entered my room.
They saw the drops on the bed.
Everybody went quiet.
Kingsley’s face changed.
“Cynthia… this one no be play again.”
One girl started crying.
“Na spirit o.”
Another boy made the sign of the cross.
“Jesus!”
I stood there shaking, tears running.
Because now I knew.
This was not a human being.
No human can enter locked door, knack person, leave sperm, and disappear without trace.
This was something else.
Something dark.
Something evil.
The compound people started praying out loud.
Some brought anointing oil.
Some brought Qur’an.
Some brought red cloth and bitter kola.
But I knew in my heart.
The thing wey dey knack me every night…
E no be man.
E no be woman.
E be spirit.
And e don taste me.
E no go stop.
That night, nobody slept again.
We sat outside till morning, singing, praying, crying.
But deep inside, I knew.
Next night, when everywhere quiet again…
The iron bed go sing.
And the spirit go come back.
Because now e don mark me.
And e no dey tire.
Comment ‘Next’ for Episode 5.
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