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Top Contributors - July 2025
These members spark lively discussions and attract the most attention in July 2025.
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Always be you
Kindy
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gentle reminder...
Jackie
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Becoming isn't a straight line...
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Deep reminder
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🎬 7 Things That Always Happen in Every Nigerian Movie 🎥😂
Migzyonline
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Baby Cynthia
4 days agoLast night, at exactly 2:17 AM, someone knocked on my door.
At first, I thought it was a dream — who would knock at that hour? But then I heard it again. Three soft knocks, like someone didn’t really want to wake me… but also didn’t want to leave.
I tiptoed to the door, peered through the peephole — but there was no one there. Just darkness.
I almost went back to bed, but something made me open the door. And there she was — a little girl, barefoot, in a faded white dress. She looked up at me and whispered, “Can I come in? I used to live here.”
My heart stopped. I’ve lived here for seven years. No one’s ever told me about a child before.
Before I could speak, she smiled — a sad, knowing smile — and vanished into thin air.
I didn’t sleep after that.
This morning, when I checked the old records of my house, I found out the truth: a family lived here in the 80s. They lost a daughter. Her name? Emily. She died… knocking at the door, locked out on a stormy night.