Sema Jambo
😱😱 The Village Where No One Dies (Part 2)
1st Jul, 2025 Views 33
By Lady Vivian’s Dark Whispers
Kelechi ran.
Not to escape—because there was no way out—but because standing still felt like an invitation to something watching… something waiting.
He ran past huts with empty windows, through trees that didn’t sway. The forest was still. Dead still. And the deeper he ran, the thicker the silence grew.
Then he tripped.
Fell.
His hand landed on something soft.
Cloth.
He looked down—and saw a body. Not fresh. Not rotting. Just… stuck in time.
Its eyes were open, mouth frozen mid-scream.
Wearing his clothes.
It was him.
But younger.
Unchanged.
> “You’ve been here before,” came a voice behind him.
He turned.
The little girl stood there. Her lips cracked. Her eyes… older than the sky.
“You left once. But not all of you.”
He backed away, shaking. “No. I’ve never—”
> “Do you remember your nightmares?” she interrupted. “The ones with the song?”
She began to hum again.
Kelechi clutched his head. It was too loud now. Too familiar. Like something from childhood he was told to forget.
Then the villagers appeared again.
But now… they were different.
Their mouths hung open, too wide. Their skin sagged in layers. Some had no eyelids. Some had no eyes at all.
And they began to chant:
> “To stay is to survive. To leave is to die.”
He tried to scream, but the air had thickened. It stuck to his lungs.
> “Let me go!” he cried.
The elder stepped forward, holding a cracked clay jar. Inside was a withered black heart… still beating.
> “You gave this to us long ago,” he said. “That’s why you haven’t aged.”
Kelechi dropped to his knees.
The little girl leaned in.
> “You don’t escape the village,” she whispered. “You become it.”
And in the distance, a new hut rose from the ground.
Waiting for him.
— TO BE CONTINUED —
If a village offered you eternal life, but at the cost of your memories… would you stay?
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