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****Disclosure ***** Things are bout to go a lil left  yall, cuz I be high and I'm lowkey into paranormal movies sooo what's better than mixing weird shit with hood shit? 😅  but if you're not into the whole exorcist, ghostly, possession and a lil bit of devil worshipping thang ( all ties into the music industry and the Illuminati) you may want to skip this chapter, I see a lot of y'all saying y'all don't play that and I don't want to make any of my readers uncomfortable-  ******

"Hello?"

"Uh, Monika?" I heard Keke's voice on the other line sounding nervous.

"Keke? What's cracking?" I asked.

"You with Dijah? We got a little situation ..."

"Lord. Where you at?" I rubbed my temples, irritated.

Keke gave me an address and told us to meet her there quickly then hung up.

"What the fuck is going on, now?" Khadijah asked.

"Girl, I don't know... it's just all types of bad luck today. You gonna be okay? Or you want me to drop you off at home?" I asked looking her bulging belly.

"Shiiittt. Take me with you. You know I live for the drama."

"Need to take yo ass home and rest up. Baby girl is probably exhausted." I shook my head as I put my key in the ignition (hot and fresh out the kitchen 😏 lmaoooooo sorry y'all, I couldn't help it.)

"Im the one carrying her ass around! Mo, lets shake the spot. I don't wanna go home." Dijah pouted.

"Fine."

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We arrived to the shabby house and it was a bit secluded from the rest of the city. Me nor Khadijah knew where we were exactly, it gave me heavy Friday The 13th vibes, though.

"Bitch... if I die, I'm coming to get you and Keke. This some white people shit, bitch. Is that a lake over there ? Oh hell no. Take me back, take me back." Dijah pleaded.

"Oh no, miss ' I don't wanna go home' come the fuck on.. fore we get our black asses kidnapped." I hurried her up the ramp to the home.

"Knock," I nudged her

"Bitch, you knock. The shit look like it could open itself..." she took a step back.

I rolled my eyes and as I reached to knock, Keke flung the door open.

"Bring y'all dumbasses in." She whispered.

After closing the door and locking it behind us, she put her finger to her lips- signaling for us to keep quiet.

I looked around and realized the place was completely empty. I could see candle wax and feathers stuck to the floor. It was poorly lit and small.

Keke lead us to a room that made my head spin.

"What the fuck..." Khadijah said out loud.

"Shhhh!" Keke hissed.

I looked around the room in disbelief as I saw writings on the wall in different languages and candles burning down to the wick.

Fame. Power. Respect.

I looked up at the words on the ceiling in a smudged black color. It was impossible to get up there without a latter and there wasn't a latter in sight.

I looked at the filthy mattress on the floor to see Aaliyah laid out on it.

Dijah and I looked over at Keke demanding rapid answers to whatever the fuck we just stepped into.

"She- she brought me here. I tried to slip that stuff in her drink but ...she was already high off of something, I don't know what the fuck she popped, but she popped something. She told me not to tell anyone - that this was her secret hideout. She does rituals here and shit. Got a chicken coop out back... this bitch is crazy. She just passed out here. Take a look at that book over there, you need to grab that." Keke pointed to a book that resembled a bible but had everything but scriptures in it.

I picked it up and noticed that there were drawings- the one that caught my attention was a eye and a car.

Boom was written next to it.

"Fuck... she did do it." I said under my breath.

I turned the pages and saw airplanes drawn all over the back of the book.

"What's going on?" Dijah rubbed her stomach, visibly shook.

"Worship him, worship him. Fly high." I read the words on another page.

"You telling me this bitch got the devil up in here?! Oh fuck no, we gotta go." Khadijah looked around, frantic.

"Keep the book. You gonna need that. Here, I took pictures." Keke gave me Polaroid pictures of the weird shit that Aaliyah was up to.

"I ain't expect this shit... I don't know what I expected, but this wasn't it. Let's leave this bitch here and bone out." Dijah threw her hands up.

I was starting to feel sick and for once, I agreed with Khadijah. We had to get out of there.

"I can't let you do that.." we all turned to see Aaliyah standing there with a knife and her head cocked.

"She has the book...retrieve the book." She spoke to herself.

I tucked the book under my arm, preparing for a fight.

"Give us the book." Aaliyah hissed.

"She's possessed... this bitch is possessed!!!" Keke screamed.

At this point, I was beyond terrified but I wasn't giving up the book. Aaliyah's voice was distorted and her eyes were bloodshot.

"Give...us... the... book" she grunted again.

"Who's 'us'?" I asked.

She said nothing but continued to stare at the book under my arm as she gripped the knife in her hand, tighter and tighter.

"Kill them, kill them all!" Aaliyah let out a inhuman yell.

Thinking fast, I ran and pushed her as hard as I could so that I could knock her down and leave time for us to escape.

We quickly gathered our shit then ran out of the house and into my car.

"Lock the doors! Lock the fuckin doors! Let's go! Let's go! Let's go! DRIVE, MO!"

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Y'all fasten y'all seatbelts. This shit finna get real.

-A.D. ❤️