Haunted Secrets

Haunted 6

Mia POV

It was late at night when I followed Belle to the master bedroom. Third had returned to his own room, leaving me alone to face the uncomfortable tension. I knocked gently on the door, but it was locked.

“Belle,” I called softly. “Open the door.”

I could still hear her sobs from outside. “Just sleep, Mia. It’s still early for us tomorrow. I’m okay; it’s normal to feel hurt,” she replied, her voice strained.

“If you want someone to talk to, I’m here,” I said, hoping to offer some comfort.

“Thank you, Mia. Just rest; I’ll be okay by tomorrow,” she assured me.

“Alright. Just let me know if you need anything, okay?” I pressed.

“Okay. Good night, Mia.”

“Good night,” I echoed, turning away and heading back to my own room. I felt uneasy, a heaviness settling in my chest.

Back in my room, I waited for Monica to come in. I was furious with her, but I was even angrier at Leo.

I tried to sleep, but rest evaded me.

Suddenly, I was jolted awake by a haunting scene playing out in my mind.

“No! You cheated on me with my sister!” a woman cried in a familiar room, her voice echoing with betrayal.

“I didn’t cheat on you! I chose you, even if I love her more!” shouted the man, frustration lacing his tone. “I had no choice because we have a child! I left her for you!”

“You stupid!” the woman screamed, slapping him hard across the face. “You married me because you loved me!”

“I didn’t love you! I loved your sister! You lured me into marrying you!” The man’s expression shifted, rage bubbling to the surface.

“What a freak!” the woman cried out in disbelief.

Suddenly, a soft knock interrupted their confrontation. “Mommy? Daddy? Are you okay?” a child’s innocent voice broke through the tension.

“We’re okay, baby,” the man said, his tone shifting to one of feigned calmness. “Get some rest and sleep tight.”

The room fell silent, but why was I seeing this?

The room—it was the master bedroom in this very house! I followed the sound of the child’s voice as they entered the bedroom, where two men were sleeping. A woman sat on the sofa, clearly restless, her eyes darting around.

“Tita,” the child sobbed, running into her arms. “I heard Mom and Dad yelling. They’re fighting, but they pretend to be okay when I’m around,” the child explained.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. It’s not your fault. Your parents will be okay tomorrow. Just try not to think too much about it,” the woman comforted the child.

She was the one the man had loved—the sister of the woman in the other room. She was kind to her niece, clearly not wanting to ruin her sister’s family, yet her sister looked at her with disdain.

“I’m sorry. I think it’s my fault. I’ll do my best to make sure your parents are okay,” the woman said through her tears.

“Don’t apologize, Tita. It’s not your fault. But thank you,” the child replied, hugging her tightly.

The woman walked the child back to our room, and I realized the child was the owner of this room. After putting the child to sleep, the woman began to weep softly.

“I shouldn’t have come home. Here we go again. I’m destroying my sister’s family. I can’t handle this,” she sobbed, and I felt an urge to comfort her.

As I approached her, she suddenly turned her gaze toward me, surprise flashing in her eyes.

“Can you see me?” I wondered, my heart pounding in my chest.

“Why are you here, baby?” she asked, her tone softening. “Can’t you sleep?”

“Why are you crying?” I asked, feeling drawn to her vulnerability.

She smiled faintly, wiping her tears. “Your Tita and I had an understanding. She saw us talking, and now they’re fighting,” she explained.

“It’s not your fault,” I reassured her, wrapping my arms around her in a gentle embrace.

“It is my fault. HAHA, your necklace is beautiful,” she said, her smile breaking through her tears.

I glanced at the necklace she admired—it was Yaya's pendant, a treasured item that now felt heavy with meaning.

“Just sleep now,” she said, her eyes fluttering as she fought to stay awake. I nodded, but a sense of unease lingered in the air.

As I turned to leave, the room grew colder, and shadows danced along the walls. The atmosphere thickened, almost suffocating, and I could sense a malevolence creeping in.

Suddenly, the lights flickered, and the woman gasped, her eyes widening in terror as she sensed something was off. “Who’s there?” she whispered, her voice trembling.

I felt an inexplicable urge to turn back, to reassure her, but a darker presence loomed behind me, and I could sense its intent.

“Stay back!” she cried, gripping the edge of the sofa, eyes darting toward the shadows.

I spun around, searching for whatever haunted this space, and as I did, I felt a chilling breath on my neck. The shadows coiled tighter, whispering my fears, tugging at the edges of my sanity.

“Mia!” a voice echoed, familiar yet distorted, calling my name from the depths of the darkness.

“Get away from her!” I shouted, stepping between her and the encroaching shadows.

The woman looked at me with confusion and fear. “Mia? You’re not supposed to be here,” she whispered, and I could feel her trembling.

I felt the weight of despair press against me, the shadows swirling with a sinister intent, wrapping around us like a suffocating blanket.

“We need to leave!” I urged her, pulling her away from the darkness that threatened to consume us.

But just as we turned to escape, a figure emerged from the shadows, a menacing presence that sent a chill through my bones.

“You shouldn’t have interfered, Mia,” it hissed, the voice dripping with malice.

I clutched the woman’s hand tighter, the urgency rising within me as I urged her to move. The darkness roared, closing in as we stumbled toward the door, the whispers of anguish echoing all around us.

“Run!” I screamed, my heart racing, and together we bolted for the exit, desperate to escape the horrors that lurked just beyond the veil of reality.

As we burst through the door, the darkness howled behind us, a cacophony of rage and despair that sent shivers down my spine. I looked back one last time to see the shadows retreat, momentarily thwarted but far from defeated.

“Mia!” the woman gasped, her eyes wide with fear and confusion. “What was that? What’s happening?”

“I don’t know,” I breathed, trying to catch my breath as we stumbled into the night, the weight of our fears trailing behind us like a haunting melody, echoing in the silence that followed.

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