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His heart pounded. The rain had stopped. The room was silent except for the hum of the fan. He told himself it was a prank video, some art student’s project with a webcam hack. He told himself that until he looked at his desk. The download chugged along at 120 KB/s—ancient internet

“Mo ti n bo. Eniti o ba wo mi, o ti n wo ara re.” ("I am coming. Whoever watches me, watches themselves.") Rain began to tap against the louver blades

The laptop screen flickered back to life. The video resumed playing, but now Kunle was in it—sitting on his bed, the man beside him, both of them staring into the camera as the words appeared:

Outside, the rain began again, heavier this time. And somewhere in the dark of the hostel corridor, a deep voice began to hum a tune Kunle had never heard but somehow already remembered.

Kunle laughed to shake off the goosebumps. He was a third-year mass communication student at UNILAG, not a superstitious villager. He’d debunked Nollywood ghost stories before. But his finger hovered over the download button for a full minute.