💋I WAS KNACKED WHILE SLEEPING 🔞 💋
Episode 5
The truth behind Cynthia’s nightly scratches was darker than anyone could ever have imagined.
In the compound next door, hidden behind a broken fence and tall elephant grass, lived an old man everyone called Baba Efik.
He had a long white beard, red eyes that never seemed to blink, and he always wore a dirty white singlet with a faded wrapper tied around his waist. The whole area called him “the wizard.” Children were warned never to pass his gate after dark. People said he could leave his body at night and travel as a spirit. They said if you offended him, you would suffer in ways no doctor or pastor could explain.
Months earlier, Baba Efik had seen Cynthia walking home from lectures. He blocked her path and looked her up and down with hungry eyes.
“Fine girl,” he had said loudly, “your backside is too big. Come let me taste small.”
Cynthia, angry and unafraid that day, had fired back at him.
“Old man, go and sit down! Don’t you have shame?”
She walked away without looking back.
Baba Efik had smiled that day.
But it was not a normal smile.
From that very night, he began visiting her in spirit form.
Every night when Cynthia fell into deep sleep, Baba Efik’s spirit would leave his body, pass through walls like smoke, enter her locked room, and do whatever he pleased.
He would knack her hard in the spirit.
He would scratch her skin with invisible claws to mark her as his own.
He would leave deep bruises on her thighs and breasts.
And because it was pure spirit, no door opened.
No key turned.
No footprint was left.
Only pain, terror, and confusion when she woke up.
Cynthia had no idea it was the old man from next door.
She only knew something evil was using her body every single night.
The compound people kept praying, pouring salt at corners, burning incense, tying red cloth on doors.
Nothing worked.
Kingsley saw her suffering and saw an opportunity he could not resist.
Every day he would find a way to corner her.
“Cynthia, look at your life. You are wasting away. If you let me knack you properly, this thing will stop. Spirits don’t like competition.”
He would laugh, but his eyes were dead serious.
Cynthia started believing him little by little.
Because the fear was eating her alive.
The scratches were getting deeper.
The bruises were turning purple.
One night, she finally broke.
She knocked on Kingsley’s door at 11 p.m., tears streaming down her face.
“Kingsley… do what you said. Make it stop.”
Kingsley pulled her inside quickly, locked the door, and wasted no time.
That night he knack her like a man possessed.
He pushed her onto the bed, entered her garden hard and fast.
Cynthia closed her eyes, praying the spirit would leave her alone.
Kingsley moved rough, holding her waist tight, giving it to her from the front, then flipping her over for the back, making her bite the pillow to keep from crying out loud.
When he finished, he poured everything inside and laughed.
“See? Tomorrow you will be fine.”
The next night, the spirit came again.
Scratches fresh.
Bruises new.
Cynthia ran to Kingsley again.
And again.
And again.
Kingsley started knack her almost every night now.
Sometimes twice in one night.
He would lift her legs over his shoulders and drive deep.
Sometimes bend her over the table and give her doggy until she shook.
Sometimes make her sit on top and ride him while he squeezed her breasts.
Cynthia would cry silent tears, but she let him do everything.
Because she believed him.
She believed if Kingsley knack her enough times, the spirit would fear him and leave her alone.
But Kingsley was lying from the beginning.
He was only using her fear to feed his body.
The spirit never stopped.
Baba Efik was laughing in his compound every night.
Watching Cynthia run to Kingsley for “protection.”
Watching Kingsley knack her thinking he was winning.
While the old man still visited her garden in spirit every single night.
Double portion.
One body.
Two users.
One sleeping.
One awake.
Cynthia was losing weight fast.
Her eyes were always red.
She stopped going to lectures.
She stopped eating well.
She became a shadow of herself.
And the compound people still prayed every night, not knowing the wizard lived just next door.
Not knowing Kingsley was eating free food every night.
Not knowing the iron bed in Cynthia’s room still cried every night.
Kpikim… Kplam… Kriiiiinnnk!
The song never stopped.
Because the wizard never tired.
And Kingsley never planned to stop.
Two men.
One innocent girl.
Zero mercy.
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Episode 5
The truth behind Cynthia’s nightly scratches was darker than anyone could ever have imagined.
In the compound next door, hidden behind a broken fence and tall elephant grass, lived an old man everyone called Baba Efik.
He had a long white beard, red eyes that never seemed to blink, and he always wore a dirty white singlet with a faded wrapper tied around his waist. The whole area called him “the wizard.” Children were warned never to pass his gate after dark. People said he could leave his body at night and travel as a spirit. They said if you offended him, you would suffer in ways no doctor or pastor could explain.
Months earlier, Baba Efik had seen Cynthia walking home from lectures. He blocked her path and looked her up and down with hungry eyes.
“Fine girl,” he had said loudly, “your backside is too big. Come let me taste small.”
Cynthia, angry and unafraid that day, had fired back at him.
“Old man, go and sit down! Don’t you have shame?”
She walked away without looking back.
Baba Efik had smiled that day.
But it was not a normal smile.
From that very night, he began visiting her in spirit form.
Every night when Cynthia fell into deep sleep, Baba Efik’s spirit would leave his body, pass through walls like smoke, enter her locked room, and do whatever he pleased.
He would knack her hard in the spirit.
He would scratch her skin with invisible claws to mark her as his own.
He would leave deep bruises on her thighs and breasts.
And because it was pure spirit, no door opened.
No key turned.
No footprint was left.
Only pain, terror, and confusion when she woke up.
Cynthia had no idea it was the old man from next door.
She only knew something evil was using her body every single night.
The compound people kept praying, pouring salt at corners, burning incense, tying red cloth on doors.
Nothing worked.
Kingsley saw her suffering and saw an opportunity he could not resist.
Every day he would find a way to corner her.
“Cynthia, look at your life. You are wasting away. If you let me knack you properly, this thing will stop. Spirits don’t like competition.”
He would laugh, but his eyes were dead serious.
Cynthia started believing him little by little.
Because the fear was eating her alive.
The scratches were getting deeper.
The bruises were turning purple.
One night, she finally broke.
She knocked on Kingsley’s door at 11 p.m., tears streaming down her face.
“Kingsley… do what you said. Make it stop.”
Kingsley pulled her inside quickly, locked the door, and wasted no time.
That night he knack her like a man possessed.
He pushed her onto the bed, entered her garden hard and fast.
Cynthia closed her eyes, praying the spirit would leave her alone.
Kingsley moved rough, holding her waist tight, giving it to her from the front, then flipping her over for the back, making her bite the pillow to keep from crying out loud.
When he finished, he poured everything inside and laughed.
“See? Tomorrow you will be fine.”
The next night, the spirit came again.
Scratches fresh.
Bruises new.
Cynthia ran to Kingsley again.
And again.
And again.
Kingsley started knack her almost every night now.
Sometimes twice in one night.
He would lift her legs over his shoulders and drive deep.
Sometimes bend her over the table and give her doggy until she shook.
Sometimes make her sit on top and ride him while he squeezed her breasts.
Cynthia would cry silent tears, but she let him do everything.
Because she believed him.
She believed if Kingsley knack her enough times, the spirit would fear him and leave her alone.
But Kingsley was lying from the beginning.
He was only using her fear to feed his body.
The spirit never stopped.
Baba Efik was laughing in his compound every night.
Watching Cynthia run to Kingsley for “protection.”
Watching Kingsley knack her thinking he was winning.
While the old man still visited her garden in spirit every single night.
Double portion.
One body.
Two users.
One sleeping.
One awake.
Cynthia was losing weight fast.
Her eyes were always red.
She stopped going to lectures.
She stopped eating well.
She became a shadow of herself.
And the compound people still prayed every night, not knowing the wizard lived just next door.
Not knowing Kingsley was eating free food every night.
Not knowing the iron bed in Cynthia’s room still cried every night.
Kpikim… Kplam… Kriiiiinnnk!
The song never stopped.
Because the wizard never tired.
And Kingsley never planned to stop.
Two men.
One innocent girl.
Zero mercy.
Comment “Next” for Episode 6
To be continued…
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