08/06/2026
EPISODE 3
THE HEADLESS WOMAN OF AFOLABI FOREST
The Story of Evangelist Tunde Continues…
The wind suddenly stopped.
Even the insects in the forest went silent.
Tunde stood frozen, staring at the woman in white.
Her body floated gently above the ground.
Her fingers were long and pale.
But where her head should have been… there was nothing.
Only darkness.
Behind him, the voices of the hooded men grew louder.
“Search everywhere!”
“He must not leave this forest alive!”
Tunde’s legs trembled.
The strange woman stretched her hand toward the hidden path again.
“Hurry…”
Her voice sounded like many people speaking at once.
Tunde clutched his Bible tightly.
Everything inside him screamed to run away from her.
But the angry voices behind him were getting closer.
With fear swallowing his heart, Tunde entered the narrow path.
Immediately he stepped in, a thick fog covered the road behind him.
The voices of the men suddenly faded.
The woman floated ahead silently while Tunde followed carefully.
The deeper they went, the stranger the forest became.
Trees twisted like human shapes.
Whispers echoed from unseen places.
Cold air brushed against his neck like invisible fingers.
Then Tunde noticed something horrifying.
The ground was covered with old human bones.
Some still wore pieces of clothing.
Tunde nearly screamed.
“Jesus…”
The woman suddenly stopped moving.
Slowly, she pointed ahead.
A small abandoned hut stood between giant trees.
Its roof was broken.
Strange symbols covered the walls.
The woman spoke again:
“Inside that hut… lies the secret they are hiding.”
Before Tunde could speak, she vanished into the darkness.
Completely gone.
Tunde stood alone again.
His chest rose heavily as he approached the hut.
The wooden door opened slowly by itself.
Creeeeak…
A terrible smell rushed out.
The smell of blood… smoke… and death.
Tunde covered his nose and entered carefully.
Then his eyes widened in horror.
Photographs were hanging everywhere inside the hut.
Photos of pastors.
Evangelists.
Choir members.
Church workers.
Some pictures had red marks across the faces.
Candles burned beneath them.
Then Tunde saw something that nearly stopped his heartbeat.
One photograph stood at the center of the wall.
It was his own picture.
Freshly placed.
Underneath it were words written in red:
“THE NEXT SACRIFICE.”
Suddenly—
BAM!
The door behind him slammed shut violently.
The candles went off instantly.
Darkness swallowed the room.
Then a deep voice spoke from inside the darkness:
“You should have minded your own business, Evangelist Tunde…”
Tunde’s breathing became uneven.
Slowly…
another candle lit up by itself.
And standing directly in front of him…
was his own pastor.
Holding a human skull.
TO BE CONTINUED…
EPISODE 4:
“THE ALTAR OF BLOOD INSIDE THE CHURCH”
