Do You Know the story behind this house called “Goonu Banana House”

No single tenant, except the owner. The foundation was laid with the blood of a little girl who sells banana in Onitsha..

It happens that tenants who parked into the house after the owner had finished the building were scared to death every night with the shout of “goonu banana” coming from beneath the building ,including other strange things happening in the house…Click Here To Continue Reading>> …Click Here To Continue Reading>>

One after the other all tenants parked out except the landlord.

Till date this house you are seeing has remained empty with the landlord dead.

This is probably, the riskiest, most dangerous and silly adventure I’ve taken upon.
My partner Chizoba Izuogu and I at the so called goonu house with extreme difficulty and stress.
Locating the house wasn’t as easy as we thought.

Nobody around seemed to know it by it’s famous name “goonu banana” but all were familiar with the controversial haunted house. We only got headways in our search for it’s address when we described it by the story, the house said to be haunted by the ghost of a little girl who was sacrificed by it’s owner.

We arrived the gate of the goonu banana house and met a couple of women, traders in their shops just opposite the house.
I took my phone and attempted to take photos of it and do videos of me while there but the women, in one swing all dashed out screaming hysterical what we were doing there and what our mission is. We explained that we are documentary film makers working for a media house and we heard certain stories about the house and would like to take pictures before we approach anyone to make our findings or ask questions. READ FULL STORY HERE>>>CLICK HERE TO CONTINUE READING>>>

The women vehemently opposed, we should leave immediately before they call the youths of the community on us. And that we have no business taking a picture of the house. And if we must, then we must come in company of the landlord. So we asked to be directed to the landlord and be given his number and they said they aren’t aware of his location and don’t have his number.
The crowd started thickening as they peered at us fiercely. The only thing we had on our minds is how to leave as we came, in one piece or at least not to be too rough handled if we had to be. There is a police post just a stone throw away and I already prepared to dash their if they decide to take it farther. I’d rather settle scores with the police than face the mob.
So we apologized as they kept insulting in Igbo and like Lot’s wife in the Bible, we didn’t make the mistake of looking back.

We headed for a nearby restaurant and bought Coke which we strategize our next plans.
We waited and after a while, I came up with an idea, I changed into a different dress to disguise myself and went back to the community, closer to the twin, multiple apartment building known as the goonu house to try to try to find out the real story behind the house.
It’s way scarier than I thought for all the people sharply declined giving us any information saying, they “can’t talk about that house please” shrugging their shoulders as they exclaimed “mbanu” something I believe means “no way” in Igbo.

All efforts proved abortive, but all people surely knew, it’s as though they’ve all taken an oath of secrecy.
Afterwards my extremely brave partner Chizoba successful interviewed a meat seller who simply told us that we are not safe asking out for the house or the man who owns it but he must inform us that the man in question is a very dangerous and evil man and that he drives by sometimes. He said some people know his resident address but he assures us that no one will disclose it. He made us understood that we were better off not meeting the man in person as it wouldn’t have been a funny experience.

We aborted the mission and on coming back, we met a social media user, we were buying a phone accessory when he walked up to us smiling and saying, “so how’s your mission, did you succeed” I panicked, I thought it was the landlord or his agent who must have heard about our coming and decided to set a trap. I asked him who he was and he said, he’s a follower of mine on Facebook. I asked for his username and he told me and I searched and confirmed he wasn’t a bad guy. Then we talked and I explained our ordeal and he smiled and told us confidently that he wasn’t surprised. He said the issues are deep rooted, we took pictures which I promised not to put out for his security.

I called a few friends within Onitsha and all advised me to evacuate the state as we might be trailed, but one advised me to hold on till Sunday, and we’ll work out a detailed and professional plan involving some authorities and assuring the owner that our intention is of good and our hope is to dispel the rumours and see his house as well as all other alleged haunted houses become inhabited once again and if their structures are compromised, they at least can be demolished and the land reused.

I’m prepared to see this to the finish.
As it stands I’ve put Chizoba on the bus back to Lagos where she came from while I draft out other plans.
I didn’t travel miles, for 12 hours on empty stomach and hurting joints just to go back in vein.
I can’t guarantee anyone of my safety presently.
Everyone looks suspicious to me now.
Watch out.