"Honey, what did you do? This is your fourth marriage in five years, your wives all lost their lives in a similar way. I don't want to die like them, I'm leaving you" she shouted as she ran downstairs to carry her already packed bags.

Tunde didn't even try to stop her, she was right. His marriage to her was his fourth. His wives all died in strange ways. First it was Amaka, she had complained to him about strange happenings in the house, he brushed it outside and didn't really pay much attention to her compliant. Six months into their marriage, he traveled to Lagos for three days, he came back to meet the house shut, he thought she went out, he called her phone,
but there was no response, he tried opening with the key, the door didn't open.
He broke the door to find his wife dead and dried up like a stock fish.
It was devastating. He moved to Lagos and remarried, the same thing happened. He moved to Portharcourt and got a new wive, the same thing happened.

This was his fourth marriage, and something told him his wife wouldn't be spared.