chief Donald's mansion boasts an impressive collection of cars, including a Range Rover Sport, Toyota Camry, Land Cruiser, and more. Vera, a promising young staff member, stands beside the Range Rover Sport, lost in thought. Her troubled expression hints at deeper issues. Fellow staff members try to pry, but Vera keeps her concerns locked away, her eyes betraying the pain and agony she's feeling. The atmosphere is thick with confusion as everyone wonders what's troubling her. Mr. Jerry, a security guard and colleague, approaches Vera and places a comforting hand on her shoulder. "What's going on?" he asks gently. Vera opens up, sharing the terrifying dream that haunts her. In my dream, I was face-to-face with a towering, dark creature with piercing blue eyes. Its thunderous voice sent shivers down my spine as it charged at me, sword in hand. The terror felt so real – I was sprinting for my life, heart racing, senses on high alert. Then, I stumbled upon a pack of monstrous creatures, their jaws salivating, ready to devour me. I fell, screaming, and just as all hope seemed lost, I jolted awake.
After hearing Vera's story, Mr. Jerry advised her not to worry, suggesting the dream might be a symptom of malaria. But Vera was firm, revealing that her dreams often foretell the future. She shared a chilling precedent: she'd dreamed of her mother's passing, and it came true within a week. Mr. Jerry eventually convinced Vera to let go of the unsettling dream, and they headed off to their respective duties. Three days later, Vera decided to hang out with friends, chartering a taxi from Lekki to Oyingbo, Lagos Mainland. It was her first time in Oyingbo, and her expression betrayed discomfort with the crowd they met – their vibes weren't her thing. "Why'd you bring me to a bunch of hoodlums and wannabe thugs?" she whispered to her friends, prompting laughter. They teased her for being sheltered, urging her to "live like a ghetto girl." Just then, Femi, a dark-skinned Yoruba guy, swooped in, flashing a charming smile. "Hello, goddess of beauty," he said, reaching for Vera's hand. But as she locked eyes with him, her spiritual senses kicked in – she saw a masquerade's face beneath his. Panicked, Vera screamed and bolted, her friends hot on her heels. Despite their best efforts, Vera evaded capture, vanishing into thin air. Her friends were baffled, scouring the mainland in a frantic search, but she was nowhere to be found. Defeated, they returned to Femi, demanding answers. "What did you do to her?" they accused, refusing to believe his claims of innocence. Cornered, they apprehended him, alerting police stations across the mainland about Vera's disappearance. Hours later, in the evening, a breakthrough: Vera was spotted in Yaba, Lagos, within Surulere.
After clearing things with the police, Vera and her friends returned to Lekki, but the ordeal left her ostracized. They thought she was crazy, and Vera felt rejected, struggling to grasp the chaos surrounding her. Mr. Jerry stood by her, teaching her resilience. Two weeks after Femi's release, he began searching for Vera, captivated by her beauty. He approached Nk, one of Vera's friends, but she spun a web of deceit, hoping to win Femi's affection. Unbeknownst to her, Femi only sought Vera. Nk gave him her number, thinking she'd secured his interest, but Femi's mind was elsewhere. Their meeting was a letdown; Femi's indifference crushed Nk. Seeking revenge, she sabotaged Vera, telling Mr. Jerry's wife she was dating her husband. The rumor escalated, reaching Mr. Donald, and Vera faced accusations of snatching Mr. Jerry from his wife. Vera snapped, overwhelmed by the humiliation. She lunged at Mr. Jerry's wife, grabbing her throat with a ferocity that shocked everyone. An unknown spirit took over, commanding Vera's body as she strangled Mrs. Jerry with superhuman strength – her eyes blurning blood-red, unresponsive to pleas. Mrs. Jerry fainted, and the spirit vanished as suddenly as it arrived. Realizing what she'd done, Vera fled in terror, pursued by the compound's residents, but she sped away with uncanny speed, like a motorbike. Mrs. Jerry was rushed to the hospital, but doctors pronounced her dead on arrival. With police now hunting for Vera, she fled to her grandmother's in Ikorodu, seeking refuge. Her grandmother was overjoyed to see Vera after so long, but it was clear something was amiss. Vera tried to brush it off, but her grandmother sensed trouble.
Two days later, Vera sat her grandmother down, seeking answers about her identity and the strange occurrences plating her. "Who am I?" she asked, tears welling up as she confessed she didn't even know her grandfather. Her grandmother's eyes softened, and she pulled Vera into a warm hug. "Wipe your tears, child. I'll tell you everything."
She began, "Your grandfather's from Ijebu Ode, Ogun State – a traditionalist and custodian of our culture. He had many wives... I walked out because polygamy wasn't for me, but my late parents pushed me into marrying Baba Tunde, your grandfather. When I left the toxic marriage, Baba Tunde didn't bother checking on his son – I shouldered the parenting role alone, raising your father until he graduated. After his youth service, he settled with your Igbo mother from Agbani, Nkanu West, Enugu State. You know her, but not well. I believe Baba Tunde's behind your father's death... only God knows why. "Do you think your grandfather could actually kill his own son?" Vera asked.
Her grandmother's expression turned grave. "I know Baba Tunde too well – he's capable of anything."
Vera was devastated, learning her grandfather might be behind her father's death. Her grandmother comforted her, urging Vera to focus on becoming the great person she was meant to be, rather than cry over the past. Vera retired to bed after talking with her grandmother. But her sleep was short-lived; a nightmare jolted her awake. In the dream, she was exhausted, surrounded by grotesque spirits who laughed and danced around her distress. No one came to her aid as she cried out for help. A towering spirit in black, face obscured, approached her, sword drawn. As it lunged to strike, Vera woke up screaming, trembling like she'd faced a wild beast. Her grandmother rushed to her side, concerned, and Vera recounted the terrifying dream.Vera's grandmother rushed her to Baba Olu, a revered herbalist in Bombota, Lagos Island, seeking answers. With years of juju expertise, Baba Olu invoked his deities, poised to reveal Vera's troubles. But suddenly, dragon-like flames shot from his eyes, engulfing his face. He lost his voice, and panic set in. Vera's grandmother grabbed her, and they fled, racing homeward as if chased by demons, neighbors intervening before chaos escalated.