Agbeke couldn't stop wailing... she had become a victim as well... The sun had set with her child. The baale was more confused than sorrowful... usually when the scream was.let out, and the young virgins passed on, their bodies were always found by the large iroko tree not too distant from Asake's hut With thier blood tracing all the way back to the evil hut.
Eniaje was nowhere to be found. She had left for Bandele's house the day before. Bandele; the man she was bethroted to, lived some way off on the other side of the village and he had rushed over to tell the tale after being released from the trance he was trapped in by the spirit that took her from his side while he walked her home.
No one ever escaped the trap... but that night all the trapped souls and people were released...
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Ariwo
Historical FictionThe sunsets with a loud shout and the death of a damsel each day. The chief priest dies. what next for this small village?
