We stole Seven Chickens from a Strange House, we didn’t know that we would pay dearly with our Lives for it!!.

My roommate Marvelous was the first person to discover that place, he literally came back home with a very Huge live Chicken, and silently reveal to us that he stole it.

The next One was my other Roommate Johnson that would be the one to steal. he went by 3pm that afternoon, the Cage was outside… so he went, arrange it in a huge Nylon, and ran away.

I kept on wondering how they haven’t caught them;

“Is it that people aren’t living in that Street?” I asked myself. “Or is the old woman blind and deaf?” It felt too easy. In my mind, I was worried, but my stomach was happy.
We cooked the chicken again with rice, Life was just so sweet, Free chicken to our satisfaction.

“Guy, this is the life!” Johnson said while chewing a big bone. “No more soaking garri without sugar. We are now big boys on campus.”

Marvelous laughed and added, “That woman has too many chickens. She won’t even notice one or two are missing. We are just helping her reduce the noise in her compound.”

After 3 days again, they said it was me that would be the one to take the next chicken Robbery operation.
I started complaining that I wasn’t feeling too well, I was actually running temperature. My heart was beating fast because I was afraid of that house.

“So you intentionally fell sick so that you won’t go and take the Chicken,” Marvelous said. He looked at me with a hard face. “You ate the meat we brought. You enjoyed the soup. Now it is your turn to show courage, and you are playing the sick card?”

“I am really hot, feel my skin,” I pleaded.
The two of them went, for the first time they went together, and to my Surprise they stole one one each!. They came with Two live chicken. They were laughing and shouting about how easy it was.

“The woman was even inside singing,” Johnson told me. “We just picked them up like they were waiting for us.”

We killed the two and kept the meat in one of our Lodge tenant that has a Fridge. We told the tenant our parents sent the meat from the village.

I finally recovered, and they echoed it to me…

”Kenneth, you have no excuse now, you’re the Next to steal the chicken.”

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I’ve heard stories about easy wins before…

The kind that feel like luck.

The kind that make you laugh while you’re eating…

and thinking you got away with something.

But the truth?

Nothing that easy…

ever comes without a cost.

It started with one chicken.

Marvelous walked in that evening like a hero.

No noise. No warning.

Just dropped a huge live chicken on the floor like he’d pulled it out of thin air.

“Where did you get that?” I asked.

He smiled.

Didn’t answer.

He didn’t need to.

The next day, Johnson went.

3 p.m.

Broad daylight.

Came back with another one.

“No fence problem,” he said, laughing.
“The cage is outside. You just carry and go.”

Too easy.

That was the first warning.

But we didn’t listen.

We cooked it.

Ate like kings.

Rice. Meat. No stress.

“Guy, this is the life,” Johnson said, chewing loudly.
“No more struggling. We’ve upgraded.”

Marvelous laughed.

“That woman has too many chickens anyway. We’re just helping her.”

That was the second warning.

Because when people start justifying wrong things…

they’ve already stepped too far.

Three days later—

it was my turn.

My name is Kenneth.

And I didn’t want to go.

Not because of the chickens.

Because of the house.

I couldn’t explain it.

But something about that place…

didn’t feel right.

I told them I was sick.

Which wasn’t entirely a lie.

My body was hot.

Heart racing.

Like something inside me already knew—

“Stop pretending,” Marvelous snapped.
“You enjoyed the food. Now it’s your turn.”

I tried again.

“Feel my skin…”

They didn’t care.

So they went.

Together.

And came back with two chickens.

Two.

Laughing louder than before.

“The woman was inside singing,” Johnson said.
“We just picked them. No problem at all.”

That was the third warning.

Because nothing—

no one—

lets you take from them that easily.

Still…

we cooked.

Ate.

Stored the rest in a neighbor’s fridge.

Lied that it came from home.

And life went on.

Until I got better.

That’s when they looked at me.

“No more excuses,” Marvelous said.
“You’re next.”

That night—

I couldn’t sleep.

Not because I was scared of getting caught.

Because something kept replaying in my head:

“The woman was inside… singing.”

While they were stealing from her.

That wasn’t normal.

That was…

knowing.

The next afternoon—

I went.

Alone.

The street was quiet.

Too quiet.

The house stood there…

just like before.

Cage outside.

Chickens moving slowly.

Waiting.

That was the fourth warning.

I stepped closer.

Hands shaking.

No one came out.

No sound.

Just the wind.

I reached for one.

And that’s when I heard it.

A voice.

Soft.

Old.

Right behind me.

“You finally came.”

My blood froze.

I turned.

Slowly.

She was standing there.

The woman.

Not surprised.

Not angry.

Smiling.

Like she had been expecting me.

Waiting.

For me.