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01/08/2025

THE AIR CONDITIONER I BOUGHT TURNED OUT TO BE SOMETHING ELSE IN MY HOUSE

WRITTEN BY: MADAM MAKEUP

EPISODE 4:
I stood frozen in the darkness.
The hum of the AC returned, even though it was no longer on the wall.
The wind had changed. No longer cold, but burning… almost like it was whispering through fire.

My body trembled.
And then I heard footsteps.

Not from outside.
Not from the corridor.

But inside my wardrobe.

I reached for my phone again, but it slipped from my fingers.
The screen lit up briefly before it went dark for good.

Then, the wardrobe creaked open.

“Kola?” I whispered.

But it wasn’t Kola.
It was me.

A version of me I couldn’t recognize—older, bruised, in tattered clothes. She stepped out slowly, tears in her eyes, mouth trembling.

“You brought him back,” she said.

“What are you talking about?! Who?!”

She didn’t answer. She just pointed to the floor.

I looked down.

The floor was no longer tiles.

It was water.
Black. Still. Cold.

And in the reflection, I saw Kola.
Standing behind me again.

Holding the same hammer from the photo.

I turned around sharply—nothing.
Nobody there.

But when I looked again into the water, he was still there…
And he was smiling.

Suddenly, memories I never lived began to flood my mind.
Tied to a chair.
Begging him to stop.
Him laughing.
A fire.
A scream.

Then darkness.

I collapsed. But before I blacked out, the last thing I heard was:

“You already died here once… Welcome home.”

To be continued……

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01/08/2025

THE AIR CONDITIONER I BOUGHT TURNED OUT TO BE SOMETHING ELSE IN MY HOUSE

WRITTEN BY: MADAM MAKEUP

EPISODE 3:
I held the new photo in my shaking hands.

The man in it wore the same agbada my husband wore at our introduction.
Same embroidery. Same cap.
But this wasn’t my husband.

He looked… hollow.
And something else.
His eyes were shut—stitched closed with red thread.

I dropped the photo and screamed.

Suddenly, the cold wind returned.
The same cold that filled the room when the AC was on.
But the machine was gone.

The walls began to whisper again.

But this time, it wasn’t just calling my name.
It was chanting.

Low. Rhythmic.
A strange language I couldn’t understand.
But my spirit recognized it—
It was a warning.

I ran out of the room. My legs numb, heart racing.
My phone rang. It was Kola.

“Anita, please… I don’t know what’s happening at home but—”
Static
His voice broke. Then silence.
Then, clearly, someone else whispered through the line:

“He knew… He knew and said nothing.”

My blood ran cold.

I rushed to his study—the room he always kept locked.
I didn’t even realize I had the spare key until now.

When I opened the door, a stench hit me.
Something between burnt wood and rotten meat.

On the table were three other old photographs.
One of them was me.
Not the current me—but a version of me I had never seen before.

Pregnant. Crying.
Tied to a chair.

Another photo showed a small wooden box. The same brand that had come with the AC.
And the third photo…

Was of Kola.

Smiling.
Holding a hammer.

And standing behind me.

I collapsed to the floor.

My husband wasn’t just hiding something.
He had been part of it.

My phone lit up again.

Another message.
No number.
Just three words:

“You were warned.”

Suddenly, the lights went out.
Total darkness.
And then I heard it—

The sound of the AC turning back on…

But this time, the air was hot.
Like fire.
And it smelled like death.

To be continued…..

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One of the biggest mistakes I made in my marriage was allowing third parties, especially in-laws, to have too much say. What started as simple advice slowly turned into interference. I was constantly being compared, judged, and indirectly controlled. My husband couldn’t draw the line between family and marriage, and I was left feeling like an outsider in my own home.

Arguments that should have ended within the four walls of our bedroom became family matters. Every disagreement had to be reported, every decision had to be debated with others, and gradually, the love we once had turned into constant tension. Eventually, the marriage broke beyond repair. It wasn't just our personal issues; it was the voices we allowed into our sacred space.

Ladies, please, know how to handle third-party situations. Set boundaries early. Respect your spouse and demand the same. Keep your home sacred. Marriage is between two people, not a whole village. Don’t let outsiders ruin what you’re building with someone you love.

- Annie Idibia