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17/03/2026

PART 7

For a moment, nobody moved.
Pastor Daniel’s warning still hung in the air like a dark cloud.
IF YOU OPEN THAT Door YOU WILL WISH YOU NEVER FOUND HIM.
The words echoed inside the room.
But the faint crying coming from beneath the trapdoor was louder.
Small voices.
Weak voices.
Children’s voices.
More than one.
Ngozi’s entire body trembled.
Her eyes were fixed on the wooden trapdoor like it was the only thing that existed in the world.
Chinedu she whispered.
Her voice cracked.
Another faint cry came from below.
Mummy
That was it.
The last thread holding her back snapped.
OPEN IT! she screamed.
The room burst into motion.
One of the men grabbed the heavy padlock.
Another rushed to hold Pastor Daniel down as he suddenly began struggling.
“Leave it!” he shouted wildly.
“You people don’t understand!”
His calm pastor voice had completely disappeared now.
What remained was panic.
Pure panic.
The man tried forcing the padlock open.
It refused to move.
Bring something! Amaka shouted.
A metal rod was quickly found from the storage room.
The man struck the lock.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
The metal echoed loudly inside the room.
Pastor Daniel screamed again.
You fools! You think you are saving them?!
Nobody listened.
The rod came down again.
CRACK.
The lock broke.
For a moment
Nobody touched the door.
Because the crying beneath it had suddenly stopped.
Complete silence.
That was even more frightening.
Amaka slowly pulled the wooden handle.
The trapdoor creaked open.
And a terrible smell immediately rushed out.
Rotten air.
Dampness.
Fear.
Someone behind them gagged.
Another person covered their nose.
But Ngozi pushed forward.
She didn’t care.
Her heart was already inside that darkness.
A small ladder led down.
Into a cramped underground space.
Dim light from the room above barely reached inside.
But it was enough.
Enough for them to see shapes.
Small shapes.
Curled up together.
Children.
Five of them.
Five terrified children.
A woman screamed behind Ngozi.
But Ngozi wasn’t looking at all of them.
Her eyes searched desperately.
Left.
Right.
And then
She saw him.
Chinedu.
Curled into a corner.
His yellow shirt dirty.
His face pale.
His eyes wide with fear.
Mummy he whispered weakly.
Ngozi collapsed.
But this time it wasn’t from shock.
It was relief.
The kind that makes your body forget how to stand.
She climbed down the ladder almost falling.
Chinedu!
The boy ran into her arms.
And for the first time since the nightmare began
Ngozi cried.
Loud.
Uncontrolled.
Holding her son so tightly like she was afraid he might disappear again.
The other children began crying too.
Some calling for their own parents.
Some just staring blankly like they didn’t understand what was happening.
One little girl looked no older than four.
Another boy’s hands were tied loosely with rope.
Above them, the room had turned chaotic.
Someone had already tied Pastor Daniel’s hands.
Others were shouting in anger.
How long have you been doing this?!
You evil man!
We trusted you!
But Pastor Daniel just laughed.
A strange laugh.
Cold.
Broken.
Almost proud.
“You think I am the only one?” he said quietly.
The room went silent immediately.
“What do you mean?” Amaka asked.
Pastor Daniel smiled.
And that smile made everyone’s skin crawl.
You people think this ends with me?
Nobody spoke.
Because suddenly
The nightmare felt bigger.
Much bigger.
He leaned forward slowly.
And whispered something that sent chills down everyone’s spine.
There are others.
The room erupted again.
Others where?
Who?!
But Pastor Daniel just leaned back and closed his eyes.
Like a man who had already said too much.
Meanwhile, Ngozi was still holding Chinedu tightly.
She kept touching his face.
His hair.
His hands.
Like she needed to make sure he was real.
My baby, my baby
But something about him felt different.
He wasn’t crying like the other children.
He wasn’t even shaking anymore.
He was just staring.
At something behind her.
Slowly
Ngozi turned.
Her eyes followed his gaze.
Toward the ladder.
Toward the room above.
Toward Pastor Daniel.
And what Chinedu said next made her blood run cold.
Because the boy whispered something so quietly only she heard it.
Mummy
He swallowed.
Then said the words that would change everything again.
He is not the one who took me.

To be continued in PART 8
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14/03/2026

A Woman’s Hair Is Her Crown
There is something powerful about good hair.
It changes the way a woman walks.
It changes the way she smiles.
It even changes the way the world sees her.
Think about it
A woman can wear a simple outfit, but once her hair is beautiful, everything about her shines differently.
Hair is not just fashion.
Hair is confidence.
Some women love natural hair.
Some love braids.
Some love wigs and human hair extensions.
But one thing is certain:
Every woman deserves hair that makes her feel beautiful.
Because when a woman feels confident
She becomes unstoppable.

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11/03/2026

PART 6

The sound inside the house was faint.
But everyone heard it.
A dull thud.
Like something had fallen.
Or someone had moved quickly.
The small group standing in Pastor Daniel’s compound froze immediately.
Ngozi’s heart began beating so violently she felt dizzy.
Did you hear that? Amaka whispered.
Everyone nodded.
The air suddenly felt dangerous.
Like they had stepped into something they didn’t understand.
“Pastor Daniel!” Amaka called loudly.
No answer.
Just silence.
But not the normal silence of an empty house.
This one felt alive.
Like someone was holding their breath.
Listening.
Waiting.
Ngozi stared at the door.
Her legs felt weak.
Because the small red toy car on the chair was still there.
Her son’s toy.
There was no doubt about it now.
Chinedu had been here.
Amaka slowly stepped toward the door.
Maybe he is sleeping, someone said nervously.
But nobody believed that.
It was afternoon.
And the strange noise had just come from inside.
Amaka pushed the door gently.
It creaked open.
The living room looked perfectly normal.
A Bible on the table.
Plastic chairs arranged neatly.
A wall clock ticking loudly.
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
Everything looked peaceful.
Too peaceful.
Ngozi stepped inside slowly.
Her chest tightening.
Something about the room made her skin crawl.
Not because it was dirty.
But because it was too clean.
Too organized.
Like someone who lived there didn’t want anything out of place.
Then her eyes stopped on something.
On the wall.
A photograph.
It was Pastor Daniel.
Standing in front of the church pulpit.
Smiling warmly.
With several children standing beside him.
Children from the compound.
Children he prayed for.
Children he blessed.
Children who trusted him.
Ngozi’s stomach twisted.
Let’s check the rooms, Amaka said.
Her voice was tense now.
They walked down a short hallway.
One door.
Then another.
Then the last one.
Three rooms.
All closed.
Amaka opened the first one.
Bedroom.
Bed neatly made.
Clothes folded.
Nothing unusual.
Second room.
Storage.
Boxes of church pamphlets.
Old chairs.
Nothing suspicious.
But when Amaka touched the handle of the third door
Something strange happened.
It didn’t open.
It was locked.
From the inside.
Everyone froze.
Ngozi’s breathing became shallow.
Pastor Daniel? Amaka called again.
Still no response.
But then
A sound came from inside.
Very faint.
Very weak.
Like someone dragging something slowly.
Ngozi’s heart nearly stopped.
Because for a second
She thought she heard something else.
A voice.
Small.
Broken.
Almost like a whisper.
“Mummy”
Her entire body shook violently.
Did you hear that?! she cried.
Amaka’s eyes widened.
I heard something.
Ngozi rushed to the door and began banging it.
Chinedu!!
Her voice cracked.
Chinedu, mummy is here!!
Silence.
For three seconds.
Four.
Five.
Then suddenly
A louder noise came from inside.
Like a chair falling.
Amaka stepped back immediately.
Break the door!
Two men rushed forward.
They kicked it once.
The door shook.
Second kick.
Wood cracked.
Third kick
The door burst open.
What they saw inside froze the entire room.
Because the room was almost completely dark.
The curtains were shut tightly.
The air smelled strange.
Heavy.
Unpleasant.
At first nobody moved.
Their eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness.
And then
They saw him.
Pastor Daniel.
Standing in the middle of the room.
Sweat covering his face.
Breathing heavily.
His eyes wide.
Like a man who had just been caught doing something terrible.
For a moment nobody spoke.
Then Amaka asked quietly:
Where is the boy?
Pastor Daniel blinked.
What boy?
His voice sounded wrong.
Dry.
Tight.
Fake.
Ngozi pushed past everyone.
Her eyes scanned the room desperately.
Bed.
Table.
Chair.
Nothing.
No child.
No sign of Chinedu.
Then she noticed something strange.
On the floor.
Near the wall.
A small wooden door.
About two feet wide.
Almost hidden.
Like a trapdoor.
Her stomach dropped instantly.
Because the door had a heavy lock on it.
And scratches.
Fresh scratches.
Open that, Amaka said slowly.
Pastor Daniel’s face changed immediately.
Leave my house, he snapped suddenly.
The calm pastor voice was gone.
Replaced by something ugly.
Something angry.
Open it, Amaka repeated.
Pastor Daniel shook his head.
“You have no right to be here.”
Ngozi stepped forward slowly.
Her eyes burning with a terrifying mixture of fear and rage.
Open it.
Pastor Daniel’s lips trembled.
And for the first time
The mask began to slip.
But then something happened that nobody expected.
A sound came from inside the trapdoor.
A faint sound.
So faint it was almost nothing.
But Ngozi heard it.
And what she heard made her collapse to her knees.
Because the voice said only one word.
“Mummy”
The room exploded into chaos.
People shouted.
Someone grabbed Pastor Daniel.
Another person rushed toward the trapdoor.
But before anyone could open it
Pastor Daniel screamed something that made everyone stop instantly.
A sentence so shocking that even Ngozi forgot how to breathe.
“IF YOU OPEN THAT DOOR”
His voice cracked wildly.
YOU WILL WISH YOU NEVER FOUND HIM.
The room fell silent again.
Because in that moment
Everyone realized something horrifying.
Whatever was behind that trapdoor
Was worse than anything they had imagined.
And when the lock finally began to turn
Someone inside the dark space started crying.
Not just Chinedu.
But other voices too.
Children’s voices.
More than one.

To be continued......

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10/03/2026

PART 5

The Man Everyone Trusted
The compound went completely silent.
Not the normal silence of people thinking.
This one was heavy suffocating like the air itself had suddenly become thick.
Ngozi stared at Mama T**i.
Her heart pounding so loudly she could hear it in her ears.
“Near my house?” she repeated slowly.
Mama T**i nodded.
But she wasn’t looking at Ngozi.
Her eyes were on the ground.
Almost like she was afraid to look up.
Which house? Amaka asked.
Her voice was sharp now.
Suspicious.
Mama T**i swallowed hard.
The small compound beside yours.
Ngozi’s stomach dropped.
Because only two houses stood beside hers.
One belonged to an old retired soldier who rarely came outside.
The other
Her heart skipped.
No.
It couldn’t be.
Who lives there? someone asked.
Mama T**i hesitated.
The entire room leaned forward.
Even the ceiling fan seemed to slow down.
Then she said it.
Quietly.
But the words landed like thunder.
Pastor Daniel.
The room exploded.
“Impossible!”
“God forbid!”
That man is a pastor!
Are you mad?!
Voices overlapped in disbelief.
Because Pastor Daniel wasn’t just any man.
He was the most respected man in that street.
The man who prayed for sick children.
The man who helped couples solve marriage problems.
The man who led morning devotion for half the compound.
The man who called Chinedu my little champion.
Ngozi’s head began spinning.
“No” she whispered.
Her voice was barely audible.
“No not Pastor”
Her mind immediately started rejecting the idea.
It was ridiculous.
Pastor Daniel had known Chinedu since birth.
He bought him biscuits after church.
Sometimes he even carried him on his shoulders.
This didn’t make sense.
None of it.
Amaka grabbed Mama T**i’s arm.
Are you sure about what you are saying?
Mama T**i nodded slowly.
“I didn’t say he took the boy,” she said quickly.
“But I have seen him standing near the children many evenings.”
Her voice dropped.
“And sometimes calling them.”
Ngozi’s brain began replaying memories.
Moments she had never questioned before.
Moments that suddenly looked different now.
Darker.
More dangerous.
She remembered a day three months ago.
Chinedu had refused to greet Pastor Daniel.
Which was strange.
Because the boy loved greeting everyone.
Good afternoon sir!
Good evening aunty!
But that day
He hid behind her wrapper.
Pastor Daniel laughed.
“Children can be funny sometimes.”
Ngozi laughed too.
She had even scolded Chinedu later.
Don’t disrespect elders!
Now that memory stabbed her like broken glass.
Another memory followed immediately.
One evening Pastor Daniel had knocked on her door.
Chinedu forgot his toy at the church, he said.
He handed it to her with a warm smile.
She thanked him.
But now
Now she realized something strange.
Chinedu had cried that night.
Quietly.
In his sleep.
Repeating the same words again and again.
Don’t tell mummy don’t tell mummy
At the time she thought he was dreaming.
Now her blood ran cold.
Back in the room, Amaka noticed Ngozi’s face change.
Ngozi what are you thinking?
Ngozi’s lips trembled.
I remember something
The entire room leaned closer.
Her voice cracked.
“He told me once a man was calling him.”
Amaka nodded slowly.
“Yes you said that.”
Ngozi swallowed.
“What if”
She couldn’t finish the sentence.
But everyone understood it.
The room suddenly felt smaller.
More dangerous.
Because now they weren’t talking about a stranger.
They were talking about someone who had walked freely in their homes.
Someone who prayed with them.
Someone who knew their children’s names.
Amaka stood up abruptly.
“We are going to his house.”
Half the room gasped.
You can’t accuse a pastor like that!
Let’s call the police first!
This can destroy someone’s life!
But Amaka’s voice was firm.
My nephew is missing.
Her eyes burned with anger.
And the last person people saw watching children lives ten steps away from this house.
Ngozi stood up slowly.
Her legs were shaking again.
But something inside her had changed.
Fear had turned into something else.
Something sharper.
Something dangerous.
A mother’s instinct.
The small crowd walked quietly to the next compound.
Each step felt heavier than the last.
Ngozi’s chest felt tight.
Her mind kept screaming:
Please let this be wrong.
Please let this be wrong.
They reached the gate.
It was slightly open.
That alone was unusual.
Pastor Daniel was known for being extremely careful.
He always locked his gate.
Always.
Amaka pushed it open slowly.
The metal creaked loudly.
The sound echoed through the compound.
Pastor Daniel? someone called.
No response.
They stepped inside.
The compound looked normal.
Too normal.
A small mango tree.
A plastic chair.
Two pairs of shoes near the door.
Everything looked peaceful.
Calm.
Ordinary.
But then Ngozi noticed something.
Something that made her heart stop completely.
On the chair
Was a small toy car.
Red.
With one missing wheel.
Her knees almost gave way.
Because she knew that toy.
Every mother recognizes her child’s belongings instantly.
That car belonged to Chinedu.
Ngozi what is it? Amaka asked.
Ngozi pointed slowly.
Her hand shaking violently.
Everyone followed her finger.
The moment they saw the toy
The entire group froze.
And at that exact moment
A sound came from inside the house.
A faint noise.
Like something had fallen.
Or someone had moved quickly.
Amaka whispered.
Someone is inside.
Ngozi’s breathing stopped.
Because suddenly
For the first time since the nightmare began
She felt something terrifying.
Hope.
But what nobody outside that house knew yet
Was that inside Pastor Daniel’s bedroom
Something far darker than kidnapping was about to be discovered.
Something that would make the entire community question everything they believed about trust.
And when that door finally opened
Someone inside that room would scream a name that would shatter Ngozi’s heart for the third time.

To be continued in PART 6

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