Must Read: Paradox Of Abel - Season 1 - Episode 17

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Must Read: Paradox Of Abel - Season 1 - Episode 17

They got off the three-wheeler too; each person still keeping mum, as though they were walking towards a funeral pyre. A man with a bunch of wild columbine in his hand was following a herd of forty-seven cows. Daniel actually counted, because he had learnt the art of observation from a detective three years prior.

Mr. Johnson broke the silence. “Do you know, Daniel, that I’ve never seen my in-laws since the past twenty years?”
Of course, which in-law would tolerate a brute like you? “Why? What happened?” Famous asked, as though he cared. All he cared for at the moment was his arm remaining where it belonged by the time he reached his family. He didn’t want to arrive home in a dangling sleeve. And as his captor had advised, Daniel prayed they find Remi.

They approached the gate of the house at 4:15pm.

The house itself was a big building with a lot of windows, and the few people whom knew the year the building was erected were long dead. Perhaps, if Daniel was alive at the time the house was built, he wouldn’t have ventured before its gate.

The house was originally built with red bricks at the time when civilization was yet to set in the environs. It was the palace of a powerful king who had once ruled, until his tragic demise. Myth had it that the king was a madman who delighted in killing human beings each day since his ascension to the throne at the age of eighteen. The king died at seventy-six years old. So, he killed about twenty-one thousand, five hundred villagers in his lifetime. Ten years before the king’s demise, a terrible plague struck the village. In the first year of the plague, young children died by the tens each day. In the second year young women –including the pregnants – joined in the death race. The scale rose sporadically, death tolls skyrocketed, and the mortality rate was so much that about five thousand inhabitants were lost in a single month. A record even over ten times greater than their king’s. The oracle was summoned and they were informed that the every person related to the king had to be sacrificed for the plague to lift, for the king had done the unthinkable before his death; he’d sacrificed a virgin. Virgins in the village were never to be killed, not until they had tasted in the pleasure of the bed. And the king, in his thirst for daily blood, had killed a nine-year-old girl – a virgin.

As soon as the chief priest gave the revelation he slumped and died. Eventually, everyone would die if the king’s relatives were not sent to the other side.

By the third year after the regicide, the village was reduced to a ghost yard. Before civilization, the cursed village was called The Land of Ghosts, because skulls filled the soils. For almost half a century, nothing grew on the lands all around the village. It became a desert.

Half a century after that the lands became a thick forest which covered up the palace built in red bricks and painted in red blood. Civilization set in, The Land of Ghosts became a section of Lagos State. And the palace was rebuilt into an impressive edifice. The builders gave nary a qualm to the numerous skulls and bones they dug out of the soils. And they paid dearly with their lives.

A mansion was built.