Episode 3 Script: The Letter from the Crypt

Episode 3: The Letter from the Crypt 

By Grace Antiedu 

From behind the man, other shapes began to stir. Half-formed. Faces blurred. Silent mouths open in screams that made no sound. Mrs. Ntiamoah was among them — her eyes wide, her hands reaching, pleading.

He turned and ran, tearing through the hallway, slamming into the door — but it wouldn’t budge. The house groaned louder now, as if the walls had awakened.

From behind, their voices followed him — whispers in a language he did not know, but understood.

“The door was never meant to be opened.”“You heard them.”“Now you belong.”

Kwabena dropped to his knees, trembling, pressing his hands against his ears.

Then — silence.

The front door creaked open.

He didn’t ask why or how. He didn’t wait. He ran until the sun dipped low and the voices in his head finally dimmed.

But he never spoke of it.

Not when he saw shadows at his window at night.Not when his reflection lingered longer than it should.Not even when he heard Mrs. Ntiamoah’s voice whisper from under his bed.

Because he knew:

If the dead cannot rest...… neither will the living.

The end of episode 3. Next: episode 4. Keep watching

Episode 3: The Letter from the Crypt 

By Grace Antiedu 

From behind the man, other shapes began to stir. Half-formed. Faces blurred. Silent mouths open in screams that made no sound. Mrs. Ntiamoah was among them — her eyes wide, her hands reaching, pleading.

He turned and ran, tearing through the hallway, slamming into the door — but it wouldn’t budge. The house groaned louder now, as if the walls had awakened.

From behind, their voices followed him — whispers in a language he did not know, but understood.

“The door was never meant to be opened.”“You heard them.”“Now you belong.”

Kwabena dropped to his knees, trembling, pressing his hands against his ears.

Then — silence.

The front door creaked open.

He didn’t ask why or how. He didn’t wait. He ran until the sun dipped low and the voices in his head finally dimmed.

But he never spoke of it.

Not when he saw shadows at his window at night.Not when his reflection lingered longer than it should.Not even when he heard Mrs. Ntiamoah’s voice whisper from under his bed.

Because he knew:

If the dead cannot rest...… neither will the living.

The end of episode 3. Next: episode 4. Keep watching