Madam KoiKoi

There was once a beautiful woman known simply as Madam KoiKoi. She was a teacher at a prestigious all-girls secondary school in Nigeria in the late 1980s. Always impeccably dressed and poised, she wore a crisp blouse, long skirts, and bright red heels that clicked loudly on the floor — koi... koi... koi. That sound would follow her everywhere she walked, a haunting echo in the halls.

But behind the beauty and grace was a woman feared by students and staff alike. Madam KoiKoi was cruel. She punished students harshly, sometimes without reason. Slaps, canings, and public shaming were her trademark. Many girls whispered that she took pleasure in others' pain.

One fateful day, after a particularly brutal punishment that left a student injured, the school administration had enough. Madam KoiKoi was fired and asked to leave the premises immediately. Enraged and humiliated, she vowed revenge. "You will never forget me," she hissed as she was escorted out, her heels echoing angrily — koi... koi... koi...

That same night, on her way home, Madam KoiKoi was involved in a mysterious car accident. Some say it was a truck that lost control. Others say she veered off the road in a fit of rage. All that was found at the scene was her crushed car... and one red heel. The other was never found.

Everyone thought it was the end of Madam KoiKoi.

But then, the rumors began.

Girls at boarding schools across Nigeria started reporting strange sounds in the night — the unmistakable click of heels down dark corridors. Koi... koi... koi... Students would wake up to the sound of footsteps just outside their dormitories. Sometimes, someone would disappear — a student, a prefect, even a teacher — and be found the next day in shock, unable to speak, their eyes wide with terror.

Whispers spread from school to school.

“She’s back.”

“She’s haunting us.”

“Madam KoiKoi walks again.”

It’s said she appears in her blood-red heels, her face partly covered, her eyes glowing faintly in the dark. If you see her, don’t speak. Don’t move. And whatever you do — don’t answer if she calls your name.

Some claim she only haunts those who were cruel to others, repeating the cycle of pain she once inflicted. Others say she walks endlessly, seeking her other red heel... and anyone who crosses her path might be forced to walk with her — forever.

To this day, students tell her story during lights-out, daring each other to say her name three times in front of a mirror: “Madam KoiKoi... Madam KoiKoi... Madam KoiKoi...”

But most don't. Because if you do, and the night is quiet enough... You might just hear it — Koi... koi... koi...