By morning, a judgment had been made. There would be no court. No police. The law of the land would speak.
The town square was packed. A stake was erected. Dr. Dogo, tied to it, trembled in fear. His white coat stained, his pride gone.
He pleaded. He cried. He shouted that he had no choice.
But the crowd only watched.
Dry wood was piled around him. A torch was lit.
The fire rose.
Dr. Dogo screamed.
But no spirit came to save him. The demon he served watched in silence.
The people stood there, unmoved. Justice had been served.
The clinic was demolished. The ground was anointed with palm oil and salt. A new health center was built years later, named after Nene.
She moved to the city and became an advocate for safe health practices and whistleblower protection.
The story of Dr. Dogo became a warning: evil hides behind charm, but truth always finds the light.
Blood Harvest - An African horror story.
Based on true fears.
Told so we never forget.
The town square was packed. A stake was erected. Dr. Dogo, tied to it, trembled in fear. His white coat stained, his pride gone.
He pleaded. He cried. He shouted that he had no choice.
But the crowd only watched.
Dry wood was piled around him. A torch was lit.
The fire rose.
Dr. Dogo screamed.
But no spirit came to save him. The demon he served watched in silence.
The people stood there, unmoved. Justice had been served.
The clinic was demolished. The ground was anointed with palm oil and salt. A new health center was built years later, named after Nene.
She moved to the city and became an advocate for safe health practices and whistleblower protection.
The story of Dr. Dogo became a warning: evil hides behind charm, but truth always finds the light.
Blood Harvest - An African horror story.
Based on true fears.
Told so we never forget.