MAGGOTS CAME OUT OF HER

You know those moments in life when something so strange and unbelievable happens, it leaves you questioning everything? That's exactly what happened to Titi. She had been seeing Mr. Dogo for a couple of months now. He was in his early 60s. Yes, he was her sugar daddy. But wait, listen first before you judge. Okay?

Mr. Dogo was kind, gentle, and very caring. Not like those other men who acted like they were doing a woman a favor with every little thing. He was different. Anything she asked for, he would provide. The day Titi casually mentioned that her phone was getting bad, boom, a brand new iPhone arrived the next morning. When she said she wanted a car, without a second thought, there it was.

Her friends teased her often. "Titi, your sugar daddy, they try," they would say, half joking, half envious. But it wasn't just about his generosity. He treated her with genuine kindness and respect. He checked on her regularly, spoke to her calmly, and sometimes even shared stories about his business, asking for her opinion.

Titi found herself growing fond of him, not just for what he gave her, but because of how he made her feel. She cared about him, and she wasn't ashamed to admit it.

One Saturday evening, Mr. Dogo invited her to his home. He said he was tired of hotels and restaurant bonds and wanted her to finally see where he lived. Titi had always been curious with the way this man spent money. She was sure his house would be something else. And when she arrived, she was speechless.

The mansion looked like something out of a movie. A massive compound with tall gates. A sparkling fountain at the entrance, uniformed security guards standing alert. The living room alone was bigger than her entire apartment with a chandelier that shone like a thousand diamonds. Every corner of the house whispered wealth and power.

She laughed and said, "Daddy, so this is where you've been hiding all this while."

He smiled. "Titi, my love, I was just waiting for the right time to bring you home."

Mr. Dogo gave her a tour of the house. Upstairs, downstairs, a private gym, a swimming pool, even a cinema. Titi's head spun. She could already picture herself as the madame of the house.

But there was one odd thing about Mr. Dogo that Titi could never quite wrap her head around. He always slept in beanies. You know those little soft hats people wear when it's cold? Yes, that. And not just any beanie. It was always tightly secured with a small rope around it like someone trying to tie a gully. This was quite strange because Nigeria was no place for sleeping caps or knitted hats at night, especially not for a man like him who had air conditioners in every room.

But she never questioned him. In fact, it became normal to her. Whether he was lounging in the living room, going out, or even getting ready for bed, a different beanie was always on his head. She had never, not even once, seen him without it. It almost felt like the beanie was part of his body, but because of how caring and generous he was, she overlooked it. Love, or maybe comfort, can make people ignore the oddest things.

Then one day, one particular day, Titi decided to stay over at his mansion. He left early for his business that morning, leaving her with the whole house to herself. Out of boredom and the need to be helpful, she chose to tidy up the place a bit. She vacuumed the floors, swept down the tables, and then carried a pile of dirty clothes from the laundry basket to the washing machine.

That was when she noticed it. As she picked up one of his beanies to toss into the machine, something wet and slimy dropped onto her hand. She screamed, dropping the hat immediately. On closer look, she saw tiny wriggling things crawling out of it like maggots. Tiny white larvae moving around in a disgusting squirming heap.

Confused and horrified, she picked up the hat with the tip of a broom and flung it into a bucket. Then she checked the other beanies in the pile, and to her shock, every single one of them was infested with the same creepy maggots.

Titi felt cold all over. She grabbed her phone and quickly recorded a video as proof, just in case anyone doubted her.

When Mr. Dogo returned from business that evening, she was waiting for him at the door, visibly shaking. The moment he stepped inside, she blurted out, "Daddy, there's something I need to ask you."

He raised an eyebrow, sensing the tension in her voice. "What is it, Titi?"

"I was just trying to help out around the house, so I did some washing and I found maggots inside your hats."

The color drained from Mr. Dogo's face instantly. Then his voice dropped. Calm but sharp. "Who asked you to touch my things?"

Titi blinked, confused. "I was just trying to help, daddy."

"I thought I told you before never to touch my personal stuff." His tone was different now. Cold. A side of him she had never seen before.

Titi's heart began to pound. Something wasn't right, and she could feel it. Confused, frightened, and visibly shaking, Titi demanded an explanation. "Daddy, what is this? Why would your hats be crawling with maggots?" she asked, her voice barely steady.

But instead of calming her down or offering any reasonable answer, Mr. Dogo's face hardened. His eyes, which were usually soft and kind, turned cold, almost unrecognizable.

Without saying much else, he snapped. "I told you never to touch my things. Now get out."

Titi stood there stunned. She could hardly believe what she was hearing. The same man who had treated her with so much care and affection was now throwing her out over some maggot-infested hats.

Without another word, she grabbed her bag and left the house. But long after she left, the images of those squirming maggots wouldn't leave her mind. It haunted her like a bad dream she couldn't wake up from.

Later that evening, she called her two close friends, Oila and Dupe. Titi, with her hands trembling, showed them the video. The look on their faces said it all.

Oila was the first to speak. "Jesus, Titi, what kind of thing is this?"

Dupe was visibly disturbed. "Babe, this is not normal. I beg, disconnect from that man immediately. This one pass ordinary matter. Ah, who knows what kind of thing he's into."

The fear in their voices only made Titi's anxiety worse. They all agreed it wasn't safe for her to stay in the apartment Mr. Dogo had rented for her. That same night, she packed a few of her things and moved in with Oila and Dupe.

For days, she ignored Mr. Dogo's calls. He kept ringing her line non-stop, morning, afternoon, and night. When she wasn't cutting the calls, she switched off her phone entirely. She wanted nothing more to do with him. Something about him wasn't right, and she could feel it deep in her bones.

But things took a terrifying turn a few weeks later. Titi's monthly cycle began, or so she thought. The first day it came with cramps, but nothing unusual. However, by the second day, the pain grew unbearable. She was curled up on the floor, groaning in agony, clutching her stomach as sharp, stabbing pain tore through her lower abdomen.

Dupe and Oila tried everything. Hot water bottle, painkillers, even massaging her back, but nothing worked. Then something horrifying happened. Instead of the usual menstrual blood, her body began discharging live maggots. Yes, actual wriggling maggots. The sight was so horrific that Dupe screamed and dropped the towel she was holding.

"God forbid that thing. What is this?" Oila cried out.

Without hesitating, they rushed her to the nearest hospital. But when the nurses saw what was happening, they backed away in fear. The doctors were shocked. No one had seen anything like it before. One hospital refused to admit her. Then another and another. By the third hospital, it was clear something unnatural was happening.

Titi lay on the hospital bed, barely conscious. As her friends wept by her side, the doctors whispered, trying to decide what to do. The pain was unlike anything she had ever experienced in her life. She screamed, cried, and begged for help, writhing on the hospital bed as if her insides were being torn apart. Her friends could barely watch, their eyes filled with tears as they clutched each other, helpless and terrified.

The doctors tried to manage the situation, but nothing worked. In the end, the head OBGYN, Dr. Gundipe, a seasoned middle-aged woman with over 20 years of experience, instructed the nurses to sedate her.

"We can't leave her like this," Dr. Gundipe said gravely. "Prepare her for an ultrasound scan."

Within minutes, the medical team wheeled Titi into the radiology unit. The ultrasound technician, a young man named Yusuf, applied the gel and began the scan. What he saw made him freeze, his hand trembling. He called for Dr. Gundipe.

When she arrived and looked at the screen, her eyes widened in horror. "My God, what is this?" she whispered.

The scans showed Titi's womb completely infested. Not with a tumor, not with fibroids, but with maggots, squirming, crawling maggots. The room fell silent, a thick tension hanging in the air.

"Get her into the theater immediately," Dr. Gundipe ordered. "This is an emergency."

Within minutes, the surgical team assembled. No one in that room had ever seen or even heard of such a case, but medical ethics demanded they fight to save her life. The procedure began. As they carefully worked, they were horrified by what they found. Obscene amounts of live maggots were taken out of Titi's womb, wriggling, moving things that sent a chill through everyone in the theater.

The room reeked of decay, an unnatural stench that even the face masks couldn't keep out. Some of the nurses had to step outside to avoid throwing up. It was a scene out of a horror movie.

After what felt like hours, the doctors finally cleared the infestation and stabilized her. After the surgery, while Titi was unconscious, Dr. Gundipe had stepped out to meet Oila and Dupe in the waiting area. The look on her face was serious.

"You girls need to tell me everything you know. What happened to her?"

Both girls exchanged worried glances before telling her everything about Mr. Dogo, the maggot-infested hats, the disturbing video, and how Titi had cut off all contact after that strange incident.

Dr. Gundipe listened carefully, nodding occasionally. When they finished, she sighed deeply and said, "This is not medical. This one pass science. It's spiritual."

Neither Oila nor Dupe argued. Deep down they had known it too.

When Titi regained consciousness later that evening, her friends were by her side holding her hands. The pain had subsided. She felt weak, but the unbearable cramps and torment she had suffered for days had finally ceased. She looked into Dupe's eyes and saw fear and worry and something else she couldn't name. The room was quiet except for the beeping of the monitors. And though no one said it aloud, one question hung in the air. What had Mr. Dogo done to her?

When Titi finally woke up, weak but alert, the doctor gently asked if she could talk. Titi nodded slowly. The police were invited immediately. Two officers arrived that afternoon. Titi recounted everything from how she met Mr. Dogo to his unusual obsession with wearing hats and the shocking discovery of maggots in them. She even showed them the video she had saved on her phone.

The officers were visibly disturbed. They took down all his details, his full name, address, his phone number, and the description of his mansion. Without wasting time, they left the hospital and headed straight to the address Titi had given them.

But what they found was nothing short of baffling. The house, a grand imposing mansion that once stood proudly at that street was empty. Not just empty, abandoned. The gates were chained and locked. The compound overgrown with weeds as though no one had lived there for years.

The neighbors were confused when the police inquired about Mr. Dogo. "Mr. Who?" one elderly security guard asked. "Nobody by that name lives here. In fact, this house no get owner for over 5 years now. The last man wey stay here died in fire accident years ago."

The police officers exchanged uneasy looks. They double checked the records and house number. It was the same address Titi had given them, but it didn't make sense. How could she have been there? Who was the man she stayed with and where was he now?

They called the phone number Titi had provided. It rang and rang without response. Later it switched off and never came back on.

As night fell, the officers returned to the hospital with the troubling news. When Titi heard it, her heart dropped. Oila and Dupe clutched each other tightly, fear written across their faces. Dr. Gundipe crossed herself and muttered, "God, what is this?"

It was clear to everyone now that Mr. Dogo was not ordinary and whatever had happened to Titi was only the beginning.

The following day, the police returned to the hospital requesting a photograph of Mr. Dogo so they could create a public awareness bulletin and hopefully track him down. Titi, though still weak, managed to reach for her phone and scroll through her gallery. But what she saw left her completely numb.

Every single picture she had ever taken of Mr. Dogo was gone. Not a trace. Even the video she had recorded of the maggot-infested hats had mysteriously disappeared. The folders where those files were kept were empty, as though they had never existed.