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10/05/2025

I sat on the edge of my creaking bed, the same way I had every night for the past year, staring blankly at the flickering bulb above. The room I lived in was nearly bare—just this rickety bed, a dusty table I barely used, and a crooked mirror hanging on the wall like it was tired of reflecting my failures.

"Life is unfair," I muttered. "Nothing ever works out for me."

I said that a lot—like a ritual. A bitter kind of prayer. I blamed everything and everyone: my parents for not doing more, Nigeria for being broken, even God for being too silent. But never once did I blame myself. Never once did I ask, What part did I play?

That night was different.

I stood to wash my face. The cracked mirror caught my eye, and I paused. Something was off. My reflection—it wasn't moving the way I moved. It looked me dead in the eye, steady, knowing.

Then it spoke.

"Don’t complain about your life," it said, calm but sharp, "when you are the one who is handling it."

My heart almost stopped.

"What?" I whispered.

"You say life is hard, but you hit snooze ten times every morning. You claim you’re stuck, yet you never commit to anything for more than a week. You ask for open doors, yet ignore the small ones already cracked open."

I stepped back, trembling. This had to be a dream. Or madness.

"You complain," the mirror said again, "but you're the one holding the wheel. You just pretend you're not."

The light above me blinked once, then went out.

That night I didn't sleep well. But in the morning, I didn’t press snooze. I got up. I made a plan. I pulled out my old laptop, opened half-written stories, and started writing again. I signed up on freelancing sites. I failed the first few times. But I didn’t stop.

The mirror never spoke again. But I didn’t need it to.

Because the words stayed with me—echoing in the silence:
“Don’t complain about your life when you are the one who is handling it.”

10/01/2025

Big shout out to my newest top fans! Tina Ganta

12/09/2024

With Akachukwu God'swill Paul Agudosi – I just got recognised as one of their top fans!

12/09/2024

Shout out to my newest followers! Excited to have you onboard! Dan Smartino, Maka Pela De Don, Angela Shine

12/09/2024

Big shout-out to my newest top fans! Tina Ganta

05/09/2024
The Wrong RoomIts Friday night and Sarah just got back to her apartment after a long day’s work and she wanted to get in...
04/09/2024

The Wrong Room

Its Friday night and Sarah just got back to her apartment after a long day’s work and she wanted to get inside and rest. She was about to pull out her keys and unlock the door, but she noticed it’s open. Turning the doorknob and stepping inside, she notices something different. She stood in the doorway trying to figure it out. then it hits her, this isn’t her room. As she turned to leave, something caught her eye. There is a man hunched over a dish of flesh, eating it with his bare hands, tearing into it as a wild animal would with its prey. Red dripped down the side of his mouth, and the smell that emanated from it was sickening. Sarah was paralysed by the sight.
Unconsciously, she covered her nose and mouth. She accidentally bumps her elbow against the doorway. She froze. The hunchback man stopped eating, there was something wrong. Then he looked up and started searching for the source of the noise.
His eyes scanned the room till they found Sarah.
Her legs start moving on their own, she found herself running, running away from that room, and the horrors within it.
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The man silently stands up, locks the door, sits back down, grabs another slice of pizza, and mutters quietly to himself:
“Crazy vegans”.
Credit To – Walrus King

04/09/2024

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27/08/2024

Pushed Over the Edge by Ghosts

During the late 1800s, many inmates, for whatever reason, haunted the rooms and hallways of the “lunatic asylums” of the United States. One man, was known to have a fascination for boxing. He would often steal a pencil, draw photos of men on the wall and have a match with them, punching away for hours. In another asylum, one lady believed that her sister-in-law, was in a room just below her and was being torn to pieces by bloodhounds. This image haunted her day and night.

One woman in a Maryland asylum believed that her dead husband was in the room next to her and was calling day and night for her. She would often become violent and fight with the staff to gain access to the room.

Some inmates claimed or complained that they could contact the dead or were even visited by ghosts. Most of these were heavily involved in spiritualism within their lifetime and it greatly affected their sanity.

It is a mystery about what can send a mind over the edge. In one strange case, during the winter of 1886, a Boston undertaker received a phone call one night from a local cemetery office. When he answered, he heard a far away, “chilling” voice greeting him in the most eerie of tones. Suddenly, the phone went silent. Calling the operator, he asked to be transferred back to the line that called him. When the cemetery answered, they informed him that no one there had called.

This happened to the undertaker often and before long, he came to believe that someone from the grave was calling him. Possibly someone he had recently buried.

The man had the phone taken out of his house, which hurt his business in the worst way. He began to obsess over the phone calls and soon became insane.

Another instance of the mind being greatly disturbed was the case of Ralph Reynolds, who lived in Calhoun County, IA, during the later part of the 1800s.

Ralph was a strong young man, who boasted to his friends that he didn’t believe in the idea of ghosts. He said if he ever came upon one, he wouldn’t show the slightest sign of fear. His friends set out to prove him wrong.

A story was going around the area about a farmer who was recently murdered on a bridge. It was said that the ghost of the farmer walked under the bridge each night and if you were to go under it, you could see him. The friends dared young Ralph to stay under the bridge that night and he agreed.

Sometime during the night, the friends snuck through the woods to the bridge and one of them put on a ghostly sheet, making himself known to Ralph by moaning, and swaying in the darkness.

Ralph was beside himself with fear and began to shake violently. He soon passed out and his friends had to send for help.

Doctors claimed the incident caused him a case of severe “brain fever” and shattered his nerves. He spent two years in an asylum and when released, he seemed to be doing good, until he passed the bridge again. That’s when he took a turn for the worse and went totally insane, having to be placed back into the asylum for life.

Sometimes a traumatic incident in a person’s life can also destroy their sanity, such as happened to Anthony Zundt, of Berlin, Conn., in 1911.

Anthony’s best friend, Anthony Vresia, was murdered on July 4th of that year and he was really struggling with the loss. He had been depressed for some time and when he went into his house one night, his mouth dropped. There on his dining room table, he saw what he described as the ghost of his dead friend laying on it.

The fright caused Anthony to lose his voice. For day’s he could not speak to anyone or describe the terrible thing he had seen.

One of Anthony’s family members talked him into going to mass at his local church and as he prayed, his voice was restored. When he began to speak and tell others about the ghostly vision of his friend, he began to go “stark raving mad” and was placed in an asylum. He was declared hopelessly insane by doctors. He spent his time making friends with some of the other inmates, such as one lady who believed the doctor had her face and would not restore it to her and a man who claimed his insides were made of iron. He had to be constantly watched by staff because he would try to eat any substance, he could get his hands on to prove his point. Oh, and the others, the many others, who claimed that they too had seen and talked with real ghosts… Maybe they were right. What do you think?

06/12/2023

I believe that one key to success is to accept truth, no matter how it's spoken.

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