Hostel Rules Na Burial Cloth

On New Year’s Eve, Aunty Temi’s class party turns to terror when the ghost of Halima Musa—who died just days ago—locks everyone inside and starts a deadly game through the class WhatsApp group. One by one, students must obey twisted rules or face gruesome punishment, as secrets, betrayals, and hidden grudges come to light. With every chop money notification, the line between friend and enemy blurs—who will survive Halima’s revenge from the grave?

When Femi's noisy hostel turns deadly, strange footsteps and a cursed red high heel unleash midnight terror no one can explain. Each night, girls’ laughter and shadows haunt the boys, and soon, students start dying—while Femi is blamed for crimes he can’t remember. Now, hunted by whispers, spirits, and guilt, Femi must uncover the hostel’s bloody secret before the next victim is him.

One ordinary night in the university hostel turns to pure horror when a blood-soaked madman storms the corridor, attacking anyone in his path. But the real shock comes when the students recognize the madman as their missing roommate, Tunde—now clawing his own flesh, muttering about 'scales,' and spreading a curse no one can explain. As terror spreads, suspicion and fear turn friends into strangers, and everyone must ask: is this a deadly disease or has true village juju finally come for them?

Ngozi just wanted to survive hostel life, but when midnight knocks and invisible feet haunt her room, she’s forced to confront a deadly secret buried by her school’s past. Betrayed by her own roommates and caught between ancient juju and city cynicism, Ngozi must trust her instincts—and her best friend’s streetwise advice—before the Spirit Gate claims her soul forever.

When Chuka’s friend tries to rent a cheap top-floor apartment, strange cries and swarms of flies hint at a deadly secret buried behind locked doors and hidden circuit breakers. The last tenant vanished, the NEPA bill is sky-high, and only one room stays icy cold—yet no one in the building knows the truth. Can Chuka uncover the corpse before the spirit drags another family into its nightmare?

Trapped by a mother's deadly greed, a young man faces the haunting of his beloved sister, sacrificed for money and status. As family secrets turn into curses, he must survive a night where tradition, betrayal, and the supernatural collide. Will he escape his mother’s sins, or will the ghost bride drag him into the grave?

When hostel babe Ifeoma adds a mysterious number from her dream on WhatsApp, her life spins into a chilling spiral. Roommate Halima warns she’s chatting with the dead, but Ifeoma’s search for love might unleash something nobody in the hostel can control. In this tension-filled drama, friendship, fear, and Naija superstition clash—with every girl’s sanity on the line.

All I wanted was a peaceful holiday ride home, but one man's stubbornness turns the night bus into a battlefield. Every attempt to recline my seat is met with insults, pain, and open mockery—even as he enjoys his own comfort. Trapped by poverty, old wounds, and a system that favors the loudest, I must survive both the journey and my tormentor till dawn, or risk losing my dignity forever.

Femi watches his roommate Okechukwu risk everything chasing a rich woman, only to fall into betrayal, pain, and a shocking time loop. After surviving a brutal attack, Femi wakes up with the power to change the past—but will he let Okechukwu learn the hard way? In a world where money, pride, and survival rule hostel life, loyalty gets tested to the breaking point.

When Chinedu returns home for his pregnant sister-in-law’s burial, her corpse opens its eyes and warns him to run. Haunted by chilling secrets, forbidden rituals, and a cursed pregnancy, Chinedu must obey the terrifying rules of a spiritual war nobody dares explain. In a house where even the dead give warnings, one wrong step could cost his soul—and his family’s future.

One night in Lagos, I picked a woman too beautiful for my level—only to wake up with a red line on my skin and an old man warning me: 'She go come peel your body for seven nights.' Now, every shadow looks like her, and every breeze feels like death. If I survive till daybreak, maybe I go live to tell my story—if the ghost bride no claim my soul first.

Ifeoma’s hostel life turns from sweet gist to pure terror when her sleepwalking roommate, Halima, nearly slices her head open with a kitchen knife—chasing a dream about ripe watermelon. Accused, isolated, and caught in the centre of campus murder rumours, Ifeoma must face fear, suspicion, and friendship on the edge. Will trust survive, or will fear finish them all?