06/08/2025
🌑 The Room No One Slept In
by Grillz Tales
There was a house in Nnobi village that people passed the street to get away from.
Not because the walls had collapsed or the roof was caving.
Actually, it was the most beautiful house on the block just painted, flowers beside the window, curtains always spotless.
But no one slept in the master bedroom.
Not the owner. Not his kids. Not even guests who passed through.
That room remained locked up at night.
The story began several years ago when Chief Mbakwe built the house for his new wife, Olanna.
She was stunning, the kind of woman who made even the elderly reduce their voice as she walked by.
Her laughter filled the house like the sun.
But on their wedding night, when the guests had only just sat down to eat, Olanna disappeared.
She had run away, some claimed.
She had been abducted, some whispered.
Chief Mbakwe told all of us she'd "traveled" and never heard of her again.
Later in life, the chief married again. But each wife he brought home refused to sleep in the master bedroom.
Not because he forbade them to but because, by midnight, someone would tap softly on the inside of the locked door.
And if you opened it. you'd find no one.
One night, a stubborn nephew visiting from the city decided to test the tale.
He told the chief he wasn’t afraid of “village nonsense.”
He took the key and locked himself inside the master bedroom.
At midnight, he heard the knock.
Three soft taps.
Then a voice low, trembling, but filled with sadness:
“I’m still waiting for my wedding dance…”
The boy froze.
The air turned cold.
And in the morning, they found him outside the house, barefoot, shivering, and tongue-tied.
The door has remained locked ever since.
But every now and then, if you walk by on a quiet evening, you can hear music being played quietly behind the door…
and a faint sound of a woman laughing.
Some doors are shut to keep others out.
Others… are shut to keep something in.
