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The Wicked Housegirl: Who remembers this story we wrote way back, it's now a video on bcdnovel.xyz

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03/05/2026

Facebook for Creators and Facebook are taking down people's recommendations serially and unprovoked.

I woke up one morning to find that my rather vibrant page, getting a whole lot of engagement was flagged and my recommendations taken yet not a single restriction on my page.

This is my second page that Facebook is doing this to. The first was Bcd Studios . I noticed that they always do this once my posts goes viral. It is almost as if Facebook does not want a viral posts and I'm worried which page or my probably my profile will be taken down next

I appealed and I always get this very confusing response. It was the same as when they removed the recommendations on Bcd Studios.

If it is a glitch, does facebook realize how many creators have suffered this and how discouraging it is to make content and you flag someone's content as unoriginal?

I'm not provoked but I am just worried about porting my audience from Facebook to X or TikTok because it will be a rigmarole.

Anyway, if you are a writer, just learn to build across platforms so that you won't wake up one day and see That Facebook has destroyed all you have struggled to build

👇 Very confusing Facebook. One says I can't be recommended the other one ie saying they are sorry.

But yet they left me unrecommended

So true, here on Bcd Studios it's been like this ever since we went viral and had a lot people copy us:

02/20/2026

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02/05/2026

"Hide inside this deep freezer. Your mummy is coming to beat you with a cane. Don’t come out until I open the door,” Aunty Chidera, the housemaid, whispered to Junior

*

Chidera fell to her knees, crying, holding the bag of gold up.

"Take it! Take the gold! Take everything! Just let me go!"

The leader of the ritualists kicked the bag away.

"We don't eat gold here," he said, sharpening his machete. "We need fresh bl00d."

Chidera screamed. She remembered Gloria. She remembered Junior.

"I am sorry!" she wailed. "God, I am sorry! I k|ll£d my Madam's son! Please don't let me die like this!"

The man raised the machete high.
Chidera closed her eyes, waiting for the end.

VROOOOM!

Suddenly, blinding lights cut through the darkness.

WEE-OOO! WEE-OOO!

A Police Patrol Van jumped out of the bush path, sirens blaring.

"POLICE! NO MOVE!"

Gunshots rang out. KPOW! KPOW!

The ritualists dropped their machetes and ran into the thick forest. The driver abandoned his car and fled.

The police officers jumped down, guns ready. They saw Chidera kneeling on the ground, shaking, with the bag of stolen gold beside her.

An officer walked up to her and shone his torch in her face.

"You are lucky, young girl," he said. "We have been tracking this gang for weeks."

He looked at the bag. He opened it and saw the gold. He looked back at Chidera.

"But wait... where did a young girl like you get this kind of gold?"

Chidera looked at the officer. She looked at the gold. She looked at the handcuffs on his belt.

She realized she had been saved from death, only to fall into judgment.

*

While Chidera was being handcuffed in the bush, death was knocking at Gloria's door.

Chief Philip, Gloria's husband had returned but could not find his wife.

He noticed that the kitchen was strange because it was locked. Gloria never locks the kitchen.

He stood at the kitchen door. He had his key in the keyhole.

GRITY-GRITY.

Inside the kitchen, Gloria squeezed Junior tight, waiting for the explosion.

Philip turned the key.

CLICK.

The lock opened.
But Philip paused. He didn't push the door.
He sniffed the air near the doorframe.

Sniff. Sniff.

"Gas?"

His eyes widened in horror. He dropped the box of pizza he had bought for his wife.

"GLORIA!" he roared.

He knew that if he pushed that door open, the friction of the hinges or the rush of fresh oxygen mixing with the gas could cause a spark.

He left the door. He ran to the main switchboard outside the house.

PAM.

He killed the electricity. The house went dark. The deep freezer motor died completely. No spark.

He ran back to the kitchen door. He took a deep breath, covered his nose with his shirt, and kicked the door open with one powerful blow.

GBAM!

He rushed into the poisonous fog.
He saw his wife and son slumped on the floor.
"Jesus!"

He grabbed Gloria with one hand and Junior with the other. He dragged them out into the compound, away from the gas

They collapsed on the grass.

"Gloria! Junior! Talk to me!" Philip shouted, shaking them.

Gloria coughed. Cough! Cough!
She took a deep breath of fresh air. "Junior..." she gasped.

Junior coughed too. He started crying.
"Thank you, Jesus," Philip whispered, tears rolling down his face. "Thank you."

THE NEXT MORNING - THE POLICE STATION

It was a day of reckoning.
Mrs. Gloria and Junior had been treated at the hospital and discharged. They walked into the police station with Chief Philip.

Behind the counter, sitting on the cold floor of the cell, was Chidera.

When she saw Gloria, she burst into tears.
"Madam! I am sorry! Please forgive me!" Chidera begged, clutching the iron bars.

"It was the devil! I don't know what came over me!"

The DPO (Divisional Police Officer) placed the bag of gold on the counter.

"We found this with her," the officer said. "She confessed everything. How she broke your safe. How she locked you inside."

Philip looked at Chidera with fire in his eyes.

"You ate my food," Philip said, his voice shaking with anger. "We paid your school fees. We treated you like a daughter. And this is how you pay us? By trying to k!|| my wife and son?"

"I am sorry, Sir! Please don't send me to prison!" Chidera cried. "I will serve you forever! Just forgive me!"

Gloria looked at Chidera. She looked at the tears.

Then she looked at Junior, who was holding her leg, afraid of "Aunty Chidera."

Gloria stepped forward.

"I forgive you, Chidera," Gloria said softly.
Chidera’s eyes lit up. "Thank you, Ma! Thank you!"

"I forgive you," Gloria continued, "so that God will not hold anger in my heart. But forgiveness does not mean freedom from consequences."

She turned to the DPO.

"Officer."

"Yes, Madam."

"She tried to commit murd£r. She stole millions. Let the law take its full course."

"NO! MADAM PLEASE!" Chidera screamed as the officers unlocked the cell to take her to the Black Maria van.

"I AM SORRY! JUNIOR TELL YOUR MUMMY TO FORGIVE ME!"

But Junior just looked away.

They dragged her out. The heavy iron door of the prison van slammed shut.

GBAM.

As the van drove away to the maximum security prison, Gloria hugged her husband and her son.

They were alive. They were together. And the evil in their home had been swept away.

THE END ON Bcd Studios

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02/03/2026

"Hide inside this deep freezer. Your mummy is coming to beat you with a cane. Don’t come out until I open the door,” Aunty Chidera, the housemaid, whispered to Junior

*

While Mrs. Gloria was fighting for her son’s life inside the gas-filled kitchen, Chidera was outside, breathing fresh air.

She stood by the gate, her heart beating fast, but not out of guilt. It was out of excitement.
She clutched her Ghana-Must-Go bag tight.

Inside was the jewelry box she had stolen from the safe. Gold chains. Diamond rings.

Wristwatches. Millions of Naira.

"Finally," she whispered, looking back at the house one last time. "Bye-bye to poverty. Bye-bye to housemaid work."

She didn't care that she had locked a mother and child in a death trap. She didn't care about the gas. She only cared about Lagos.

She ran to the express road and waved down a taxi.

A dark Toyota Camry stopped. The glass was tinted.

"Where?" the driver asked. He was a bald man with a deep scar on his neck.

"Lagos Park. Be fast," Chidera said, jumping into the back seat.

The car zoomed off.

Chidera relaxed. She opened her bag slightly to peek at the gold. It was shining. She smiled a wicked smile.

"I am a big girl now," she thought.

But she forgot one thing: Wickedness is like a boomerang. It always comes back.

*

Ten minutes later, the journey changed.
The driver suddenly slowed down near a thick forest area that they kept calling the "Evil Forest."

He turned the steering wheel sharply to the left, driving off the tarred road into a rough, sandy path.

Gidigbo. Gidigba. The car bounced.

Chidera sat up. "Driver? Why are you passing here? This is not the way to the park."

The driver did not answer. He just kept looking forward, his eyes cold.

"I am talking to you!" Chidera shouted, her arrogance turning to fear. "Turn back! I don't like this road!"

The driver remained silent. His hand moved to the door control panel.

CLICK.

The sound of the central lock echoed in the silent car.

Chidera’s blood ran cold. She grabbed the door handle and pulled. It was locked.

"Jesus!" she screamed. "Open this door! One Chance! Help!"

The driver laughed. "Madam, keep quiet. We have arrived."

The car stopped in a dark clearing in the middle of the bush.

Two men emerged from the trees. They were shirtless, wearing red charms around their waists and holding sharp machetes.

The driver turned to Chidera with a demonic grin.

" Immediately I sight you our long Juju just they signal us"

They dragged her out of the car.

"Welcome to your final bus stop. You wanted to run away with all that money, but you have landed in the land here."

Chidera was frantic and wee-wee on herself.

Meanwhile, Gloria and Junior were still trapped.

To be continued on Bcd Studios

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02/02/2026

"Hide inside this deep freezer. Your mummy is coming to beat you with a cane. Don’t come out until I open the door,” Aunty Chidera, the housemaid, whispered to Junior.

Gloria sat on the cold kitchen floor, holding the lifeless body of her son.

Time seemed to stop.

The only sound in the kitchen was the angry HSSSSSSSSSS of the leaking gas cylinder, but Gloria was deaf to it.

"Junior," she whispered, her voice trembling.

"You cannot leave me. I am your mother. I need you to stay."

She looked at his blue lips. She remembered the day he was born. She remembered his first walk.

She remembered how he laughed this morning before Chidera took him.

"God!" she screamed, looking up at the ceiling.

"You gave him to me! You cannot take him back like this! Not in a deep freezer! Not by the hand of a wicked maid!"

She cried and squeezed the lifeless body to herself.

She squeezed him tight.

And then—

A miracle happened.

GASP.

Junior’s small body je**ed.

Gloria’s eyes flew open.

COUGH. COUGH.

The boy’s chest heaved. He took a deep, ragged breath, like a drowning man coming up for air.

"Mummy..." he whimpered, his voice weak and hoarse.

Gloria screamed. But this time, it was a scream of joy.

"He is alive! Jehovah, he is alive!"
She hugged him, kissing his cold forehead, laughing and crying at the same time.

"I am here, baby. Mummy is here."
But her joy lasted for only few seconds.

As Junior took another breath, he started coughing vi0l£ntly.

Cough! Cough! Cough!

"Smell..." he whispered, burying his face in Gloria’s chest. "Mummy... smell..."

Gloria stopped laughing. She finally took a deep breath.

The air was thick.

She looked at the corner. The 12.5kg gas cylinder was still hissing.

The reality hit her like a slap.
She had saved him from the cold, but now the gas was kill!ng them.

"Stand up, Junior! We have to go!"

She tried to stand, but her legs wobbled. The gas fumes were already affecting her brain. She felt dizzy. The room was spinning.

She grabbed Junior and staggered to the back door.

LOCKED.

She had forgotten. Chidera locked it.

"Help!" she tried to shout, but her voice came out as a croak. Her throat was burning.

She looked at the window. The heavy iron burglary proof laughed at her.

There was no way out.

She was terrified of everything. The light Bulb, the switches, even to turn off the deep freezer was a problem, those sparks in the switch..

The sound of the deep freeze thermostat, the hot iron behind every freezer...

She knew what a kitchen filled with electrical appliances and with cooking gas could cause...

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01/31/2026

"Hide inside this deep freezer. Your mummy is coming to beat you with a cane. Don’t come out until I open the door,” Aunty Chidera, the housemaid, whispered to Junior.

*

"God! Give me power!" Gloria screamed.

She did not care about the pain in her shoulder anymore.

She did not care if her arm broke. She only cared about one thing.

Junior.

She lifted the heavy 12.5kg gas cylinder high above her head. She looked like a mad woman.

GBAM!

She smashed it against the padlock.

The iron lock bent. But it did not open.

"Open! I said open!" she cried, hitting it again.

GBAM!

Finally.

The padlock shattered. The rusty iron hook snapped and fell to the floor.

But as the lock broke, the heavy cylinder slipped from Gloria’s sweaty hands.

It crashed onto the tiled floor. The brass valve hit the hard wall.

CRACK.

HSSSSSSSSSS.

A loud hissing sound started immediately. The gas was leaking.

But Gloria did not even hear it. She did not look at the cylinder. She kicked it away and rushed to the freezer.

She grabbed the handle and threw the lid open.

A cloud of white, freezing mist covered her face.

And then, she saw him.

Mrs. Gloria screamed. It was a scream that could tear the roof apart.

Little Junior was curled up inside the freezer. He was lying on top of the frozen turkey.

He was not moving.
His skin was pale white. His lips were dark blue. His eyelashes had white ice on them.

"Junior!"
She grabbed him.

He was stiff. He was as cold as a stone.
She pulled him out of the freezer and fell to the floor with him.

She wrapped her body around him. She opened her clothes and pressed him against her warm skin.

"No… no… Junior, don't play with Mummy," she begged, her hands shaking uncontrollably.

"Wake up now. I bought ice cream for you. Wake up."

She rubbed his hands. They were frozen.
She slapped his feet. They were hard.

"God, please," she whispered. "I am a sinner, but don't punish me with my son. Take everything I have, but give him back."

She pinched his nose. She put her mouth on his blue lips and blew air into his lungs.

"Breathe, Junior! Breathe!"

She pumped his small chest.
One. Two. Three.

She waited.

She watched his face. She waited for a cough. She waited for his eyes to open. She waited for him to cry "Mummy."

But there was nothing.

The boy lay there like a doll. Lifeless. Silent.
Gloria’s heart stopped beating.

She placed her ear on his chest. She pressed hard, listening with her whole life.

She could hear no heart beat.

The gas was filling the room. The smell was everywhere. But Gloria did not even smell it.

She slowly lifted her head. She looked at the face of her only child.

Tears stopped falling from her eyes. She went numb.

"Junior?" she called him one last time, her voice broken.

He did not answer.

She held him tighter, burying her face in his cold neck. She rocked him back and forth on the kitchen floor, wailing a singing “It is well with my soul”

"You cannot go... you cannot go..."

She just sat there with her lifeless son.

TO BE CONTINUED… on Bcd Studios

IS JUNIOR GONE FOREVER?

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01/28/2026

“Hide inside this deep freezer. Your mummy is coming to beat you with a cane. Don’t come out until I open the door,” Aunty Chidera, the housemaid, whispered to 4-year-old Junior.

*

“Mummy... it is cold,” Junior whimpered inside the freezer, but his voice was too low to be heard.

Outside, Mrs. Gloria pulled the handle again. It wouldn’t budge.

“Chidera! I said where is the key?!” she shouted, her patience running thin.

Chidera was shaking like a leaf. She took a step back toward the door.

“I... I... I think Junior took it to play outside, Ma! Let me go and find him!”

Gloria hissed. “Nonsense! Since when does a four-year-old play with freezer keys? Find it now!”

Chidera turned to run, planning to escape through the back door and leave the compound forever.

But suddenly—

THUD.

A sound came from inside the freezer. Like a weak kick against the wall.

Gloria froze.

“What was that?”

Chidera’s heart stopped. Her eyes darted around the kitchen.

“It... it is the frozen turkey, Ma! The ice is breaking! It happens all the time!”

Gloria ignored her. She moved closer to the chest freezer.

“Frozen turkey does not kick,” she whispered, her motherly instinct screaming danger.

She placed her ear against the cold metal lid.
“Mummy...”

The voice was faint, muffled, and weak, but Gloria heard it clearly.

Her eyes widened in horror. The color drained from her face. She turned slowly to Chidera, her voice trembling with rage and fear.

“Chidera... who is inside my freezer?”

Chidera knew the game was up. She couldn’t lie anymore.

But she couldn’t go to jail either.
She saw the heavy wooden pestle on the kitchen counter.

As Gloria screamed “JUNIOR! IS THAT YOU?!” and began banging frantically on the lid, Chidera made a deadly decision.

She grabbed the pestle.

POW!

She struck Mrs. Gloria hard on the shoulder.
“Ahhh!” Gloria screamed and fell to the floor, groaning in pain, clutching her arm.

Chidera grabbed her bag containing the stolen gold. She looked at the freezer one last time. Junior was still inside, freezing to death

“I’m sorry, Junior,” she whispered. “It is either you or me. I cannot go to prison.”

She ran out of the kitchen, slamming the heavy iron door behind her.

CLICK.

She locked Mrs. Gloria inside the kitchen—from the outside.

Gloria dragged herself up, ignoring the sharp pain in her shoulder. She rushed to the door. Locked.

She rushed back to the freezer.

“Junior! Junior! Can you hear me?!”

“Mummy... open... sleepy...” Junior’s voice was fading fast. The cold was taking over.

Gloria screamed. She scrambled for the spare key in the kitchen drawer. It wasn’t there.

She grabbed a kn|f£ to pry the padlock open. SNAP! The knife broke.

She looked around desperately. She was trapped. Her son was trapped. And the freezer was running on High Power.

Then, she realized the most terrifying truth of all.

Chidera had run away with the only key.
Gloria banged on the freezer lid, tears pouring down her face.

“Oh God! My son is freezing to death in front of me!”

She needed something heavy. Something powerful enough to break a padlock.

Her eyes landed on the heavy 12.5kg Gas Cylinder in the corner.

TO BE CONTINUED... On Bcd Studios

Episode 2

DO YOU THINK GLORIA CAN BREAK THE LOCK BEFORE JUNIOR FREEZES?

WILL CHIDERA ESCAPE WITH THE GOLD?

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01/27/2026

“Hide inside this deep freezer. Your mummy is coming to beat you with a cane. Don’t come out until I open the door,” Aunty Chidera, the housemaid, whispered to 4-year-old Junior.

Junior’s eyes widened in fear. He was terrified of the cane.

“Okay, Aunty. I will hide. Please don’t let mummy catch me,” the innocent boy begged, shaking.

“Don’t worry, I will protect you. Just jump inside,” Chidera said with a wicked smile.

Junior climbed into the large chest freezer in the kitchen. It was cold, dark, and smelled of frozen fish.

BAM!

Chidera slammed the heavy lid shut and turned the key.

“Finally,” she muttered, breathing fast. “Now that the boy is out of the way, I can carry the gold and run away before that f00lish woman enters the house.”

HOW IT STARTED…

Mrs. Gloria was a very kind woman. She treated her housemaid, Chidera, like her own younger sister.

She bought her clothes, paid her school fees, and even trusted her with her ATM card.

Unknown to Gloria, she was feeding a snake.
Chidera had been planning to rob her Madam for months.

She had seen where Gloria hid her expensive gold jewelry—inside a small safe in the wardrobe.

Chidera’s plan was simple: steal the gold, pack her bags, and disappear while Gloria was at work.

But that Tuesday afternoon, things went wrong.

Just as Chidera broke the padlock of the safe and packed the gold into her bag, she heard the sound of a car horn at the gate.

Peep-Peep!

Chidera froze. She ran to the window and peeped..

It was Mrs. Gloria. She had returned home early from work because she forgot her files.

“Jesus! I am finished!” Chidera screamed in a whisper.

She looked at the bag of gold. She looked at her packed bags. If Gloria entered now, she would be caught.

She needed a distraction—something terrible that would make Gloria forget about checking the wardrobe.

Something that would make the whole house turn upside down.

Her eyes landed on little Junior, who was playing with his toy car in the parlor.
A dark idea entered her head.

“If the boy is missing, she won’t think about gold. She will run mad looking for him. In that confusion, I will escape.”

She rushed to Junior, grabbed his hand, and dragged him to the kitchen.

“Junior! Your mummy is angry! She called me that she is coming to beat you! Hide!”

The innocent boy believed her. He jumped into the freezer, thinking his Aunty was saving him.

PRESENT DAY…

The gate opened. Mrs. Gloria drove in, parked her car, and rushed toward the front door.

Inside the kitchen, Chidera quickly pocketed the key to the freezer. She composed herself, adjusted her dress, and ran to the door to welcome her Madam.

“Welcome, Ma!” Chidera greeted, forcing a wide smile.

Gloria looked stressed. “Thank you, Chidera. I just came to pick some documents. Where is Junior? I bought his favorite ice cream.”

Chidera’s heart skipped a beat.

“Eh… Junior?” she stammered, pointing towards the backyard. “He… he is playing with the neighbors' children outside. Let me go and call him.”

“Okay, be fast. I have to leave in ten minutes,” Gloria said, walking straight to her bedroom—where the broken safe was waiting.

Chidera panicked. If Gloria entered that room, she would see the broken safe immediately.
But just then, Gloria stopped. She turned back and sniffed the air.

“Chidera? Why is the kitchen quiet? Is the generator off? I hope the freezer is not defrosting?”

Chidera started sweating. Junior was inside that freezer. If Gloria opened it to check the food, she would see the boy.

“No, Ma! The freezer is fine! Don’t worry!” Chidera shouted too loudly.

Gloria looked at her with suspicion. “Why are you shouting? And why are you sweating like this in an AC house?”

Before Chidera could answer, Gloria walked toward the kitchen.

“Let me even put this ice cream inside the freezer before it melts.”

Chidera’s eyes bulged.
“No, Ma! Don’t open it!” she screamed and blocked the kitchen door.

Gloria frowned. Her motherly instinct kicked in. Something was wrong.

“Get out of my way, Chidera. Why shouldn’t I open my own freezer?”

Inside the freezer, the air was running out. Junior was knocking on the lid, crying, “Aunty… it’s cold… I can’t breathe…”

But the freezer was thick. No sound was coming out.

Gloria pushed Chidera aside and reached for the freezer handle.

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