NYSC CAMP 5:5 GIRLS MUST DIE SUSPENSE THRILLER. NYSC MISERY NYSC CAMP 40 GIRLS 40 GRAVES UNLOCK MISERY IN EVERY EPISODE ....................................................................................

---*Chapter 1: Wrong Number The phone buzzed at 2:17am. Aisha rolled over in her NYSC hostel bed and frowned at the screen. The blue light hurt her eyes. Unknown number. At this hour? Lagos was quiet. Even the generators in the camp were off.She almost ignored it. But her sister Halima used to say “Always check unknown numbers. That’s how important calls come.”Aisha swiped open WhatsApp. New message. No name. No profile photo. Just a plain gray circle. Her thumb hovered. Then she tapped. The message had only 7 words:"Don't trust anyone in the NYSC camp."Aisha’s blood went cold. The room suddenly felt too small. The ceiling fan creaked above her like a warning. She sat up fast. Heart pounding.Those words.Those words felt so familiar. She remembered.Those were the exact last words her sister sent before she disappeared 2 years ago. Same words. Same grammar. No emoji, no punctuation. Halima hated punctuation in texts.Aisha’s fingers shook as she scrolled up in her old chats. There it was. May 12, 2024. 2:17am. Halima: Don't trust anyone in the NYSC campThen nothing. Her sister vanished from their village near Ibadan 3 days later. Police said “missing person”. They searched the river. Found her bag. Never found her body. But 6 months later, a fisherman found bones downstream. DNA match. They buried what was left in Ibadan. Aisha cried for weeks.So how was this number texting her now?Aisha typed with shaking fingers: "Who is this?"She pressed send. The double ticks turned blue instantly. Read.Her phone buzzed again.Reply: "You have 3 days to leave camp. Or you’re next."Aisha dropped the phone. It landed on her wrapper with a soft thud.“Impossible,” she whispered. “You’re dead, Halima. We buried you.”She picked the phone up. Dialed the number. “Number does not exist,” the automated voice said.Aisha stared at the screen. The number was already disappearing. Like someone was deleting it live. The last digit faded. Then the next. In 5 seconds, the whole chat vanished from WhatsApp. No trace. Like it never existed.Only her memory of the 7 words remained. Don’t trust anyone in the NYSC camp. Aisha looked at the dark window. The camp was silent. Too silent. Somewhere far, a dog barked once. Then stopped.Her roommate Blessing snored softly on the bunk below. Safe. Normal. Aisha pulled her wrapper tighter. Three days. She had three days.But leave camp to where? Her parents were broke. NYSC allowance was all she had. And if she left now, she’d be “absconded”. No certificate. No job.Her phone buzzed again. Not WhatsApp this time. A normal SMS.From: Unknown“Day 1 started. Clock is ticking, sister.”Sister.Aisha threw the phone under her pillow like it was hot coal. But she could still see the words glowing in her mind.She didn’t sleep again till dawn. When the morning bell rang at 5:30am for parade, her eyes were red and swollen.As she queued for morning exercise, she watched everyone. The clean-faced corpers. The strict officials. The Camp Commandant standing on the podium.Don’t trust anyone.But who sent the message? And why her?........ Aisha couldn't eat breakfast. Pap tasted like sand in her mouth. BLESSING waved a spoon at her."You sick? you've been staring at your phone since 5am" "just tired " Aisha mumbled. she locked her phone fast.If BLESSING saw the sms ;she'd think aisha was think she was mad. After parade ,aisha went to the camp library .It was empty at 9am.Dusty books. old nysc magazines. she needed air. And answers. She opened the nysc portal on the computer .Typed"Halima bello" in the alumi search. Her sister's name came out