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2026-04-17 07:37:19 -

One of the first "drone shots" in history, 1911.

One of the first "drone shots" in history, 1911.

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Godswill Wobo πρόσθεσε μια φωτογραφία
2026-04-17 07:28:16 -

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2026-04-17 07:19:03 -

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2026-04-17 07:05:50 -

The Passenger Who Never Left 😱👻

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In 2016, a bus driver in Edo State swore he picked up a woman late at night along a lonely road. She wore white, her face hidden, and asked to be dropped at a village that no longer existed. He hesitated but agreed. The ride was silent—too silent. No movement, no breathing sound.
Halfway through, he glanced in the mirror.
She was gone.
But the door had never opened.
Shaken, he kept driving until he saw her again—sitting at the back, exactly where she was before. This time, her head slowly lifted. Her eyes were pitch black.
“Why did you stop halfway?” she whispered.
The driver panicked, lost control, and crashed into a tree. Villagers found him at dawn, alive but trembling. He kept repeating one thing:
“She’s still in the bus.”
They checked.
Every seat was empty.
Except one.
It was wet… as if someone had just been sitting there.

In 2016, a bus driver in Edo State swore he picked up a woman late at night along a lonely road. She wore white, her face hidden, and asked to be dropped at a village that no longer existed. He hesitated but agreed. The ride was silent—too silent. No movement, no breathing sound. Halfway through, he glanced in the mirror. She was gone. But the door had never opened. Shaken, he kept driving until he saw her again—sitting at the back, exactly where she was before. This time, her head slowly lifted. Her eyes were pitch black. “Why did you stop halfway?” she whispered. The driver panicked, lost control, and crashed into a tree. Villagers found him at dawn, alive but trembling. He kept repeating one thing: “She’s still in the bus.” They checked. Every seat was empty. Except one. It was wet… as if someone had just been sitting there.

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2026-04-17 06:57:25 -

The River That Calls Your Name 😱

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The villagers of Orogbum never spoke about the river after sunset. But Ada ignored warnings—until the night she heard her name whispered from the water.
It began softly. “Ada…”
She froze. No one was there.
The river shimmered under the moon, unusually calm. Then she saw it—a woman standing waist-deep in the water, smiling. Her eyes were hollow.
“Come closer,” the woman said.
Ada stepped back, heart racing. The figure didn’t move—yet the distance between them shrank. The smell of decay filled the air.
Suddenly, cold hands grabbed Ada’s ankle from beneath the ground. She screamed, falling as the river’s surface broke—revealing dozens of pale faces beneath.
“Stay with us,” they whispered.
Ada escaped, but her reflection never did. Even now, whenever she looks into water, it smiles before she does.

The villagers of Orogbum never spoke about the river after sunset. But Ada ignored warnings—until the night she heard her name whispered from the water. It began softly. “Ada…” She froze. No one was there. The river shimmered under the moon, unusually calm. Then she saw it—a woman standing waist-deep in the water, smiling. Her eyes were hollow. “Come closer,” the woman said. Ada stepped back, heart racing. The figure didn’t move—yet the distance between them shrank. The smell of decay filled the air. Suddenly, cold hands grabbed Ada’s ankle from beneath the ground. She screamed, falling as the river’s surface broke—revealing dozens of pale faces beneath. “Stay with us,” they whispered. Ada escaped, but her reflection never did. Even now, whenever she looks into water, it smiles before she does.

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2026-04-17 06:51:26 -

THE WITCH OF HOLLOW CREEK🧹

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In Hollow Creek, people feared the forest beyond the bridge. They said a witch lived there, cursing anyone who dared enter. When Elena’s brother fell ill, the villagers blamed the witch—but Elena refused to believe it.
One night, she crossed into the forest. The air turned cold, the silence heavy. Deep within, she found a small cottage glowing faintly. Inside stood a calm woman.
“I didn’t curse him,” the witch said. “Your village has broken nature’s balance. This is a warning.”
“Can I save him?” Elena asked.
“Yes—but you must choose. Save your brother, or save your village.”
Torn, Elena chose her brother. The witch gave her a golden vial.
By morning, he was healed. The village rejoiced.
But soon, crops failed, water dried, and sickness spread.
The forest was dying.
And this time, the villagers knew—
The witch wasn’t to blame.

In Hollow Creek, people feared the forest beyond the bridge. They said a witch lived there, cursing anyone who dared enter. When Elena’s brother fell ill, the villagers blamed the witch—but Elena refused to believe it. One night, she crossed into the forest. The air turned cold, the silence heavy. Deep within, she found a small cottage glowing faintly. Inside stood a calm woman. “I didn’t curse him,” the witch said. “Your village has broken nature’s balance. This is a warning.” “Can I save him?” Elena asked. “Yes—but you must choose. Save your brother, or save your village.” Torn, Elena chose her brother. The witch gave her a golden vial. By morning, he was healed. The village rejoiced. But soon, crops failed, water dried, and sickness spread. The forest was dying. And this time, the villagers knew— The witch wasn’t to blame.

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