I rented a cheap room in Lagos because I had nowhere else to go. The landlord warned me, "Never open the dark room at the end of the hallway after midnight." I laughed. Until the first night. At 12:03 AM, I heard scratching from inside. A little girl's voice called my name. But I live alone. The other tenants disappeared one by one. And last night, I saw what was inside the dark room. It was wearing my face. Now it knows I'm watching.