People in Ajegunle still whisper about Kunle, the little boy who always walked home from school alone. Nothing special just one quiet child with an oversized backpack and shoes that never seemed to stay tied.
One Thursday evening, Kunle didn’t return home. His mother went to the school then from neighbor to neighbor, shouting his name. Nobody had seen him since dismissal. Panic spread. The whole street searched until midnight, calling, praying, knocking on gates.
By morning, they found him. But not how they expected. Kunle was standing at Junction 17, the dusty intersection where three roads meet, staring at the ground. His uniform was clean. His backpack was neat. He looked exactly as he left school. Except for one thing. He was facing the wrong way.
His back was turned toward the road to his house, but his feet were pointed toward home, like he had been walking backwards for hours. When his mother ran to him, he didn’t speak. He only whispered:
“Mummy… someone followed me. I didn’t want it to know my house.”
Everyone froze. An old kiosk owner later said he saw Kunle pass by around 9 p.m. walking backwards, slowly, carefully, eyes wide like he was watching something behind him. But he wasn’t alone. He said a tall, thin shadow walked just a few steps behind the boy. Not touching him. Not rushing. Just… following.
When the police checked CCTV from nearby shops, the footage was even worse. Kunle was there, walking backward, trembling. And behind him?
Nothing.
No shadow.
No figure.
Just empty road.
But Kunle insists he saw it. To this day, Kunle still refuses to walk facing forward after sunset. He says once you turn your back normally, that thing finally learns your direction and follows you home forever.
