04/01/2026
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🌳 THE MORTUARY GATE 🌳 EPISODE 2 🌳
“Madam, nobody dey enter there. Na only dead people dey enter there.”
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I was shocked. I had just watched my husband walk into the mortuary, and now this man was standing in front of me like a warning sign.
Curiosity took over me.
“What if someone who is alive goes inside?” I asked. “What will happen to the person?”
The man looked at me for a long moment before replying.
“Well… nobody really knows. But anybody wey enter there no dey come out the same person. You better stay away from them.”
Fear rushed through me. My stomach tightened, and butterflies filled my tummy. I quickly turned around and went back home.
When I got home, my mind refused to rest. I couldn’t stop thinking about what the man had said. At the same time, I was waiting impatiently for my husband to return.
When he finally came back, I greeted him. He only waved his hand and walked straight into the bathroom. Something inside me told me to watch him.
“Honey, can I join you?” I asked, testing his reaction.
“Don’t worry,” he replied calmly. “You can shower after me. It’s not a big deal.”
That was when it hit me.
Ever since I noticed he had been visiting the mortuary, he never allowed me to bathe with him anymore.
He also always asked me to bring his body cream from outside the room. He refused to keep it in the bedroom.
I had always wondered why.
That day, I decided to do something different, something that would give me answers.
When he asked me to get his cream, I walked out and pretended to lock the door. But I left it slightly open.
Earlier, I had already dropped the cream close by, so I wouldn’t waste time.I peeped inside.
That was when I saw him bring out something. He held it gently and called a name softly.
“Gloria… Gloria… Gloria…”
Then he smiled and hid the thing under the bed.
My heart dropped. Gloria was the name of my younger sister, the one who was dead.
I quietly returned and lay on the bed like nothing had happened.
Later, when we were about to sleep, he tried to touch me. I resisted at first, but he was persistent. After a while, I turned to him.
“Honey, can we leave it till tomorrow? I’m really sleepy,” I said, giving an excuse.
“You promised tomorrow, o,” he said before turning and finally falling asleep.
The next day, while he was at work, my mind was restless. I kept thinking of what excuse I would give him. Or maybe I should just let him touch me.
By evening, I finally gave up and decided I would allow it.
But something happened.
While I was at the supermarket buying a few things, an old woman, probably in her late sixties, came up behind me and grabbed my hand firmly.
She looked straight into my eyes and whispered:
“Don’t let him touch you.”
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