The Red Bottom Heels - by Emmanuel Daniji

TwoCents International College stood tall in Lekki like a promise to wealthy parents. High gates.Polished marble lobby.A school anthem sung in British accents. And at the top of it all was Tobi Igbinedion — the Principal who believed reputation was everything. The Girls’ Dormitory was under the supervision of Deborah Melissa David, strict but practical. But the teacher they whispered about… The one who wore red-bottom heels to class… Was Esther Lawrence. Literature teacher.Impeccable diction.Unapologetically firm. She did not tolerate bullying.She did not entertain manipulation.She did not fear rich parents. And that was her first mistake. ---<h3>The Petition</h3> It started with Dolapo Oludairo. Brilliant.Influential.Daughter of a powerful board member. She hated being corrected publicly. When Esther Lawrence confiscated her phone during prep and called out her plagiarism in front of the class — something shifted. Her boyfriend, Abiodun Ogunseye, told her to “teach the woman a lesson.” And so they did. Screenshots were edited.Voice notes rearranged.Private after-class corrections reframed as harassment. Girls in the dorm whispered: Delight AnumbaEsther OmotoyosiFelicitas AtauyoIvy-Gabrielle EzemichaelOluwatooni EleshoSulihat SuleimanDelight PaulAima OsunborOluwatoyin Awe Some believed the story.Some knew it was exaggerated.None of them stopped it. Even Toluwalase Soyinka kept quiet. She had her own distractions. She didn’t notice that Kelvin Michael in the boys’ class watched her from across the courtyard, silently admiring her, unaware that she was walking into something darker. The petition reached Tobi Igbinedion. Parents called.Threatened lawsuits.Mentioned media. And in a closed-door meeting, with Dr. Mo Ameer present as an “external advisor,” the decision was made. Esther Lawrence was dismissed. No investigation.No due process. Just optics. She left the campus in silence. But as she walked past the Girls’ Dormitory that final evening, her red bottoms struck the tile slowly. Koi… Koi… Koi… She paused. Looked up at the balcony where Dolapo stood smirking. And said only one thing: “You will regret this.” ---<h3>The Accident</h3> Three weeks later. Third Mainland Bridge. 2:03am. Her car flipped twice. Brake failure. Case closed. That was the official story. Signed off by Samuel Ibok. Counseling sessions were arranged by Mwambo Kate. Dormitory prayers were led by Esther Omemu. Life moved on. Until 2:17am. ---<h3>The Return</h3> It began in the Girls’ Dormitory. Room 6B. Dolapo’s room. The generator dipped slightly. Then — Koi. Silence. Then closer. Koi… koi… The corridor camera glitched. Deborah Melissa David’s office monitor went black. In 6B, Dolapo stopped breathing properly. The door handle turned slowly. And she stepped in. Esther Lawrence. But not the Esther Lawrence they knew. Her neck tilted unnaturally.Seatbelt bruises marked her collarbone.One eye slightly darker than the other. Her red bottoms gleamed. Luxury.Untouched.Deadly. Dolapo tried to scream. Nothing came out. The bedsheet tightened around her throat. No hands touched it. Her body lifted. Girls on the top bunk froze in horror. Ivy-Gabrielle whispered, “Jesus…” Felicitas began to cry silently. The ghost leaned forward and whispered into Dolapo’s ear. Whatever she said made Dolapo’s eyes widen in pure terror. Then— A crack. Sharp.Final. Silence. By morning, Dolapo Oludairo was gone. No blood.No broken windows.No explanation. Just a single red-bottom heel on the tile. --- The school called it a “family emergency.” Tobi Igbinedion addressed the assembly with controlled calm. “Rumors will not be tolerated.” But that night— Room 4C. Toluwalase Soyinka woke up. She heard it clearly. Right outside her door. Koi. Pause. Koi. Slow. Patient. Because revenge had only just begun. And somewhere in the boys’ hostel, Kelvin Michael felt a chill without knowing why. Three nights later— Nimmatula Abdulsalami would be next. And her boyfriend, John Oyinloye, would swear he heard heels on the staircase — even though no one was there. But here is the truth no one has uncovered: Esther Lawrence did not just lose her job. Something happened before the petition. Something in that classroom. Something involving more than one student. And maybe… The accident wasn’t an accident. Next Episode: We go back to the first lie.The first manipulation.The first red-bottom step that echoed before it became a death sentence. Because Madam Koi Koi was not born a ghost. She was made. And someone in TwoCents International College knows exactly how. Koi… … koi.

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