Welcome to the Twisted World of the Supernatural: Curated by Douye Soroh.

  THE PRICE OF BLOOD" by Douye Soroh. It features a grieving man with a glowing spirit emerging from his chest, standing over a screaming witch with bleeding eyes and a cursed bottle. In the misty, haunted forest background, the ghostly figures of an old man and a woman with a baby look on under a blood-red moon. Author's Note: I spend three hours writing this story, please share. The Confession Sam is in love with Juliet, and everyone knew about it. He doesn't hide his feelings; he would stand in the center of the street and scream, "I'M IN LOVE WITH JULIET!" Everyone who heard him would just shake their head. We all know love can make someone do crazy things. Let me give an insight into how I do my own crazy stuff for love; I will get back to Sam and Juliet later. So, I saw this girl, and all my biological hormones started doing flip-flops. She was so beautiful and dark, too; she had that smile that lit the world around her, and to cap it all, she had what...

  " A group of four weary, battle-hardened soldiers in tattered vintage military uniforms stand in a small wooden rowing boat on a vivid, turquoise sea shrouded in thick white fog. The Town A very long time ago, there was a town that was nestled in the far corner of the world. This town has no name, and it is out of time itself. This town can only be accessed through the great sea of the Marfolk. They protect the town and the people, and the people honor them by worshipping them. The people live a simple life of fishing and toiling the soil; they know nothing about technology. They live in simple mud huts with thatched roofing. They live in peace and harmony with no conflict or dispute; it was like a mini paradise. They are tall and have long limbs; their eyes are dark like night, and they all have a mark of gills on their chest, marking them as the people of the Marfolk. The Retreating Soldiers There is a great war going on in the main world. People are dying and cities are destr...

  " A terrifying, semi-transparent ghost with a bald patch and glowing red eyes lunges toward a pile of spilled salt on a dark kitchen floor. In the background, a beautiful young woman with a horrified expression cowers behind a wooden kitchen table. The scene is dimly lit in eerie blue tones, capturing the moment the supernatural shadow is repelled by the salt." The Dare and the Curse They were three friends in the room playing a game. It was a regular game that everyone plays. There is Ana: beautiful and tall with dimples that would make the saddest man smile. She had that attitude that makes people want to be her friend always. There is Billy. He is not handsome, but he has a good heart. He had crooked teeth and two missing from the front; at twenty, he had a bald patch on his head. And lastly, there is Brian: handsome, with the perfect smile. He is known as "Mr. Right" and the ladies love him. He had blue eyes, a strong chin, and a bit of muscle that says he wor...

  An older man with gray hair and a wheelchair sits across from a shocked young man in a worn denim outfit inside a luxurious gold-trimmed mansion. In the background, armed security guards stand near a large window that overlooks a tiger resting in a courtyard, while an ornate golden chandelier with a face hangs from the ceiling. The Journalist My name is Tommy Leo. I graduated from the university with a degree in sociology. It has been a hard time getting a job, and I could only watch as they told me, "We need just doctors and nurses." I watched day by day with frustration as I became desperate for a job. I cried at times when I thought of how people who graduated with me are working while I roam the street looking for a job that is too hard to get. One day, I met a friend named Tony who advised me to go and take a course in journalism. I was skeptical at first. I asked him if he thought it was easy to finance the study knowing I'm broke and jobless. I told him I don...

  A picture of the compound with a sign at the entrance THE COMPOUND OF GHOST The Unclean Mouth It was a nice environment; the compound was big, with more than a hundred families calling the place home. It had single rooms and double one-bedroom apartments. It had a public washroom, and you had to wake very early to use it or you would be in line for a very long time. This kind of situation is called "face me I face you"; it is a kind of home the poor dwell in in Nigeria. There is no day you will not experience a fight or drama in such a compound. Sometimes you don't need an entertainment system to have fun; all you need is a portable chair you can sit in to watch the drama unfolding. But mind you, that chair you sat down on could even be the cause of a fight. Early one Sunday morning, many people were just relaxing indoors since it was a weekend and not the rush hour to bathe or relieve yourself. Mrs. Evelyn wasn’t happy. She had a row with her husband that morning, and ...

  Three different image of Douye Soroh in his office. Douye Soroh: The Journey of a Storyteller While growing up in a very underdeveloped slum in a city called Port Harcourt in the southern part of Nigeria, I was one of the dullest students in my class. To those who aren't aware about Port Harcourt, it is one of the richest states in Nigeria, and it has numerous oil wells, but the citizens of the city were the poorest; only a few elite people sit on that wealth. While growing up in the port of Port Harcourt, a place called Nigeria Port Authority (NPA), it was a bitter-sweet memory. As I reflect on my life journey right now, I have tears in my eyes; it is not tears of joy, it is not tears of sadness, it is just that melancholic mode and a nostalgic feeling that I only experience anytime I think of my childhood. I'm writing part of my life story here, so my esteemed and valuable readers could know who I am and what motivates me. I want my readers to understand me not just from wh...

  Bonso and Ben standing while consulting the chief priest of the shrine who was sitting. Author's Note : Inspired by an event in a local village in Nigeria. Strange Heat In January It was a cold night for some and a warm night for others. For Bonso, it was a warm night. He wondered how he could be feeling this sweaty on a cold January night. It was just days after New Year’s, and he’d had a ton of fun. He remembered how he and his guys had gone from one party to another, claiming it would be the last time they’d party like that until the year came to an end again. He sat there in his well-furnished room, wondering why he felt so hot even after turning the A/C to max. He took a peek out his window and was shocked to see the street and everything beyond it blanketed in snow. He whistled, wondering what was happening to him. He went outside, but he couldn't feel the coldness of the snow. He grabbed a handful and put it in his mouth, but it just felt like he was drinking warm wate...