The Secret of "Looked In Between Your Legs" in the Nigerian Market part 1.

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Have you at any point wondered why the market ladies yell at you if you try bending in the marketplace? Or has your grandma warned you not to bend and glance through your legs in the market? Have you ever considered doing it yourself to satisfy your curiosity?

In the town of Umu, settled between thick woods and flowing waterways, life was simple yet woven with mysteries. The elders, venerated for their wisdom, often warned the locals about many things, but one rule stood above all: **"Do not bend down and glance through your legs in the market."**

This command echoed from one generation to the next, etched into the minds of everyone. Nobody really thought about questioning why—except Chido.

Chido was the only child of Oina and Nedi, a couple who had endured five long years of barrenness before his birth. They had suffered six tragic stillbirths, leaving them despondent and broken. The day Chido was conceived, the town celebrated as if he were a blessing sent directly from the gods themselves. Because of this, Oina and Nedi spoiled him excessively and named him **Chido**, meaning "Thanks to the gods." They feared doing anything that might anger the gods who had finally granted them a child.

Sensing his parents' fear and deep love, Chido grew to be rebellious, wild, and arrogant. He wouldn't listen to the town elders, mocked their customs, and lashed out at anyone who dared to correct him. Even his parents couldn't rein him in.

The townspeople whispered that he was cursed—that a child born after so much suffering should be raised with caution. But Chido's parents were blinded by love.

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One night, while sitting with his friends under the bamboo tree, the subject of the market rule came up in their usual conversation. The other boys shivered at the thought of bending down and glancing through their legs in the market. But Chido, with his arrogant smirk, dismissed their fears.

"Is that all it takes to scare you people?" Chido scoffed. "A simple rule about looking between your legs? Nothing will happen. I'm sure of it."

His friends exchanged uneasy glances. One of them, Ike, spoke.
"Chido, the elders say it's dangerous for a reason. Why would you want to risk it?"

Chido waved him off with a laugh. "The elders just want to keep us in line. I'm going to the market tomorrow, and I'll prove to you all that it's just a silly and stupid superstition. Come with me, and you'll see for yourselves."

Despite their better judgment, his friends couldn't resist the pull of curiosity. Perhaps it was Chido's boldness or their own hidden desire to witness the forbidden. Either way, they agreed to accompany him to the market the next day.

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The following evening, the market was buzzing with its usual clamor and hustle. The sun beamed down on the vendors selling spices, fabrics, and earthen pots. The lively chatter filled the air.

Chido arrived with his friends trailing behind, nervous yet eager to see what would unfold. He strutted through the market, his confidence unshaken, while his friends cast worried looks at each other.

"This is it," Chido declared, stopping in the center of the market. He turned to them and said, "Now pay attention."

Before his friends could say anything, Chido spread his legs, bent down, and glanced through the space between them.

At first, nothing seemed strange. The market looked the same, and people continued their business. Chido grinned, ready to mock his friends for their fear.

But then it happened.

His surroundings began to distort—colors blended together, and the once vibrant and bustling market grew dim and eerily silent. People seemed to slow down, moving as if in a dream.

Chido's smirk faltered as fear crept into his heart. But before he could straighten up, he saw them.

Dark figures, tall and silent, wandered the market. These beings had shadowy skin and glowing eyes that pierced through the veil of the ordinary world. They floated among the locals, unseen by anyone else. Their bodies whispered against the air as they moved.

They were not human. They were something entirely different—spirits of a realm Chido should not have entered.

One of the spirits turned its head toward him, its glowing eyes locking onto his. Chido's body froze completely still.

"Now you see us, Chido," it murmured in a voice that felt like ice slicing through his soul. "Now you belong to us."

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Panic surged through Chido's veins. He tried to stand up, but his legs were rooted to the ground. An invisible force held his spine in place, keeping him bent unnaturally.

He gasped, trying to scream for his friends, but his voice was trapped in his throat. His body shook violently, his gaze locked between his legs. The spirit had seen him—and claimed him.

Chido's friends watched in horror as he struggled. At first, they thought he was playing a trick. But as his body convulsed and his eyes widened with terror, they realized something was terribly wrong.

Without a word, the boys turned and ran as fast as their legs could carry them, their hearts pounding with fear. They didn’t stop until they reached Chido’s home, breathless and shaking.

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The story continues with the villagers' attempts to rescue Chido, the priest's intervention, and the chilling conclusion. Would you like me to continue?