Fiction:Do You Remember Scary "Madam Moke" Stories In The 1990s, How She Haunted Students At Night?


“Madam High Heel” also called “Lady High Heel” or “Madam Moke” has haunted every single Ghanaian and Nigerian at some point in time in their childhood. We’ve all seen or heard her lurking around somewhere, either in the bathroom, in the empty classroom or just right outside our windows staring in waiting for her chance. Her story goes back to the 90’s.

The madam was a regular school teacher who was always cruel to the her students. However in her defense she always seemed to be paired with the most troublesome students. One day the students decided to play a prank on her. They thought it would be funny to lock her away. It probably was to them at the time and it definitely wasn’t to her. They dragged her across the classroom, found the smallest cupboard at the back of the classroom, pushed her in, and locked her up.

She was screaming the whole time. Her screaming was for a long time after and a bit more after that. But nobody came. Madam had been forgotten in there, locked away, clawing away at the door, trying to get out. Unknown to anyone, the teacher was also pregnant a few months in. The madam envisioned her child not being able to grow up and go to school like regular kids not have a regular life and have kids of their own.

Lady moke was trapped and she was slowly dying. Then she noticed she had only one red high heel on. Funny, she always had on a red pair of high heels. Those were her favourite but the other shoe was nowhere to be found. It must have been left behind while she was being dragged to the cupboard. With her last breath she swore every single student would feel exactly what is was like to be trapped in a cupboard screaming and clawing away for their dear life.

And so she comes back every now and then, with only one red high heel on her foot. They say you hear the click-clack of the high heel before you see her, and the only way to keep her at bay is to shut your eyes quickly and keep them shut until you hear the click-clack fade away. Or else you will be the next to end up in the cupboard, locked away, clawing away at the locked door and forgotten forever.