Died mysteriously in the palace

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Many years ago I faced the biggest fear of my life. There is a mansion that exists in my village, very close to our family house in Anambra state.

According to history, it was formerly a king's palace. He died mysteriously in the palace along with 6 of his servants, wife, and Children. History has it that he was murdered alongside his family in cold blood right in the house.

When the new king was crowned he refused to remain in the palace of a murdered king, instead, he built for himself a new palace and left the palace of the new king deserted and the gates locked. No one was allowed into the house to clean or touch it.

Months later, people reported that they heard voices in the kings palace and felt someone had gone there to live inside. 

The new king sent guards to that palace but they never returned. The gate was shut close before the very eyes of the villagers standing outside.

It was at that point, people realized that the king's spirit still lived in the palace.

Many years passed and my parents and I traveled to the village. I was fifteen by this time and had totally ignored this story. As someone who had gotten used to city life, I ignored the tales of ghosts and spirits haunting mansions and took them as stories meant to scare people.

While plucking mangoes one evening, I heard the sounds of children in the compound. From the tree, I could see the compound but couldn't see the children. 

So I decided to scale the fence to take a look properly. The moment my feet landed on the floor of the palace, I felt a wind blow right through me. I heard my name twice. It felt like my mother's voice.

I answered.

"Ma" and ran towards the entrance of the palace. 

As I approached, the door opened on its own and I ran into the large quiet palace only to hear the door close behind me. It was the strong sound that made me shudder in fear.

I saw skulls of humans in the house. Shoes and slippers scattered.

Suddenly I heard laughter. 

I heard screams.

I heard my father's voice. It appeared he was talking to someone upstairs.

Then I heard my name again and a sudden pat on my shoulders.

I fell backward and screamed 

"Jesus."

I heard a sound of laughter echo upstairs.

Sounds of running feet circled me. Yet I was not able to see anyone close to me.

I quickly stood up and ran to the entrance of the door dragged it open and ran out screaming.

All I kept shouting was Jesus!

I shouted as loud as I could. 

As I ran, I felt a wind slow me down. It was as if my feet were being held. I quickly jumped and grabbed the fence of the house and rolled myself over the fence to the other side. 

I fell right on my stomach in my compound. 

The first person who saw me was my father. He was just stepping out of the house. He screamed for help and everyone in the house rushed out.

My white cloth was covered in blood. 

Mysterious marks appeared on my body.

I was asked what I saw, and all I told them were skulls of humans, a sword, and what seemed to be a warrior's cloth and shoes.

At that point, my dad confirmed that the history he was told as a child was real.

No one till today believed I escaped that. 

So we never told the story to anyone else till date.

That palace still exists till today and no one has dared to enter.

My name is Praises Chidera Obiora and I am the best at what I do.