The house maid! - by Ameerah Abdulsalam

Miss. Adeola was the epitome of kindness, a single mother with a heart of gold. She hired a new maid, Aisha, to help with the household chores and take care of her two young children, Timi and Lola because of how much time she spends working so didn't have any time do do any of the household duties.Aisha, a 19 year old, seemed pleasant, soft-spoken, and eager to please. Aisha was hardworking, always eager to do things play with the kids , she'd put them to bed before Miss adeola gets home from work. Which made her feel really safe and also felt like her kids were in safe hands she also took Aisha as her own. As days went by, Miss. Adeola noticed something was off. The children began to cry whenever their mom was about to leave for work and whenever they see Aisha they tend to get frightened,and their behavior changed drastically. One night, she woke up to hear whispers coming from the children's room. She crept in to find Aisha whispering menacingly to Timi and Lola, her eyes gleaming in the dark. "You'll never leave this house," Aisha hissed. Miss Adeola's blood ran cold. She rushed to confront Aisha, but the maid's demeanor had changed. She was calm, collected, and innocent. "It was just a misunderstanding, ma'am," Aisha said, smiling. But the horror had only begun. The next morning, Timi and Lola were gone. Aisha was found in the backyard, digging a grave. The children were never seen again. The police found evidence of Aisha's dark past it was filled with a history of violence and manipulation. Miss . Adeola was left with the unbearable truth,she had welcomed a monster into her home. Aisha's chilling whisper still echoes: "You'll never leave this house." As the police led Aisha away, Miss. Adeola was left standing in her empty, echoing house, the weight of her loss crushing her. The silence was deafening, punctuated only by the sound of her own ragged breathing. Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, but the pain remained. Miss. Adeola became a recluse, unable to face the world outside. The house, once a haven, had become a prison. One night, as she sat in her darkened living room, she heard it again - a soft whisper, "You'll never leave this house." Miss. Adeola's heart froze. Aisha was gone, locked away in a cell, but the voice seemed to come from within the house itself. She tried to shake off the feeling, telling herself it was just her imagination, but the whisper grew louder, more insistent. Suddenly, the lights flickered, and the room plunged into darkness. In the darkness, Miss. Adeola saw Aisha's face, twisted into a grotesque grin. The whisper grew louder, "You'll never leave this house... you'll never escape..." Miss. Adeola screamed, but her voice was drowned out by the sound of footsteps, heavy and deliberate, echoing through the empty halls of her house. The next morning, the police found Miss. Adeola curled up in a ball, her eyes wide with terror, whispering, "Aisha's still here... she's still here..." Few days later she packed her bags and dashed out ... nobody knows her whereabouts not even the police not the neighbors. The house was empty, but the horror remained, lingering like a bad smell. The police couldn't explain the strange occurrences, the feeling of being watched, or the whisper that seemed to come from nowhere. The house on that street was abandoned, for months , turned into years a haunted monument to a tragedy that would never be forgotten. And if you ever walked passed that house at night, a soft whisper would be heard saying "You'll never leave this house..." As the years passed, the house became a local legend, a place where brave souls would dare each other to spend a night. None ever came out the same. Some said they saw Aisha's ghost, others heard the whispers, but all were left with a creeping sense of dread. A group of paranormal investigators, eager to capture evidence of the supernatural, decided to spend a night in the house. They set up cameras, motion detectors, and audio recorders, convinced they'd crack the case. As night fell, the house seemed to come alive. Creaks and groans echoed through the halls, and the air grew colder. The team leader, a skeptic, dismissed it as old house syndrome. But as they settled in, they started to feel like they were being watched. Suddenly, a loud bang shook the house. The cameras caught nothing, but the audio recorders picked up a faint whisper: "You'll never leave this house..." The team tried to leave, but the doors were stuck. Panic set in as they heard footsteps, heavy and deliberate, echoing through the halls. Aisha's twisted face appeared on camera, her eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. The team fled, abandoning their equipment. The footage was never found, but the audio recording remained, a chilling testament to the horror within. The house stood, a haunted relic, a monument to the terror that dwelled within.h Stay tuned for part 2

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