THE FACE IN THE POT (PART 1) – DO NOT EAT AFTER MIDNIGHT
In the quiet village of Igede, old Mama Adaku was known for one thing—her delicious midnight stew.
No one ever saw her buy meat. No one ever saw her cook. But every night, the scent of rich, thick stew filled the air, making stomachs growl.
One night, young Chidi couldn’t resist anymore. He crept to Mama Adaku’s hut, peeking through the window.
She was stirring a large black pot. Steam curled into the air, thick and heavy. But something was… wrong.
The meat in the pot was moving.
A lump rose to the surface. Then another.
Chidi’s breath caught in his throat.
A face.
Half-boiled. Eyeless. Lips moving silently in the bubbling broth.
Chidi stumbled back, heart hammering. He wanted to run—but the face turned to him.
It smiled.
Then he heard Mama Adaku’s voice, soft and sweet.
“Ah, Chidi... you came just in time for dinner.”
The door creaked open.
The smell of stew was stronger now—but beneath it, something rotten.
Chidi tried to scream—but a hand shot out of the darkness and dragged him inside.
The pot boiled harder.
And somewhere deep in the stew, the face began to laugh.
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TO BE CONTINUED....