my first night in my newly rented apartment in Osogbo, I woke up around 2 a.m. and saw an old woman standing beside my bed, staring at me without saying a word, I covered my face in fear, and when I looked again, she was gone. The following morning, I described her to my landlord, and he went silent before showing me a photograph of his mother, who had dìed in that room 12 years earlier. What frightened me most was when he asked, “Did she have a scar above her left eye?” because that was the exact detail I had not told him.