Zoya hears her mother call her name from downstairs, so she gets up and heads down.
As she gets to the top of the stairs, her mother pulls her back and whispers, "Don't go there, I heard it too."
Zoya Zinadine, an executive interior designer of Gate...
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*Alia's POV*:
I have to tell this to my husband, no matter what. I love my girls more than anything in this world and I know this is a serious matter. The facial expressions of my daughters when narrating the incidents they went through kept playing on my mind.
"Aren't you sleeping, Alia?" Zinadine asked, sipping his glass of water.
"Mmm.. Can we talk?" I asked, straightening my back.
"Of course!" He said, narrowing his brows.
"I- I don't know how to start it, but I cannot keep it to myself anymore. After I returned home from Tanish's wedding, our girls told me they witnessed unusual figures and noises here," I said, heaving a sigh..
Before Zinadine could utter a word, we heard someone scream.
"Lia?" He asked, walking towards the door of our bedroom. I followed him quietly as my hands trembled.
"Lia!" I panicked as she stood in the hallway, frightened. The glass bottle was on the ground and sweat dripped down her face like as if she ran a marathon. Zinadine embraced her into a hug. Zoya and Adiva came out of the room, completely shocked.
"What happened, Lia?" Zinadine asked, patting her head.
"Th-the red footprint," she said, crying out loud.
"Oh! That-that you know what, I was painting a picture last evening and... and I accidentally stepped on the palette. My god, I've forgotten to clean the mess." I said, hugging her.
Lies. Big fat lies. What else can I say?
The footprints looked like as if someone murdered another, and walked all over the place with bloodstains. What's happening? I could see all eyes watching me, confused and clueless.
"When did you paint a picture, mama?" Diva asked in confusion.
"I did," I said, biting the bottom of my lips.
"Come this way Lia," I said, taking her to Zoya's room, and the rest followed me.
"There's nothing to worry, baby. This is a new place and you children aren't used to this place. I promise to make sure everything is alright," I said, caressing Lia's cheeks and planting kisses on her forehead.
"Sleep well, and if you need anything, please call me," I said, closing the door.
It shocked my husband to see me acting weird.
"Can I see the picture what you painted, Alia?" He asked, laughing.
"There's nothing to worry," he said, embracing me into a hug.
Hot tears ran down my cheeks.
"Wait, are you crying?" He asked, worried.
"I'm-I'm just scared," I said, sobbing.
Alia, I thought you were a brave woman. Come on! There's nothing to worry," he said, caressing my cheeks.
"I'm sleepy, can we go?" I asked, wiping my tears. "Okay," he said, smiling at me.
Zinadine's POV:
I convinced Alia, but she did not seem satisfied with my reply.
"What do you mean, we watch a lot of horror movies?" She asked, looking at me, annoyed.
"Relax, it's half-past one in the midnight. Please sleep, Alia. Let's talk about this tomorrow," I said, patting her shoulder.
I finally told a funny incident from my childhood and she laughed so hard... and... slowly..... fell asleep.
It really upset me with all what's happening here. I have always wanted to provide the best to my family and I would do anything and everything to keep them happy.
I headed upstairs as soon as my beloved fell asleep and walked towards the bloodstains. I took a picture of it and sent it to my best friend, Inaam.
We have always had each other's back, no matter what, and I know he will help me out with this. I cleaned the bloodstains and cleared the pieces of glass that were shattered all over the place.
The clock strike two, but I wasn't sleepy. Inaam and I go walking at six every day in the morning. I can't wait to tell him everything.
*****
"I know a psychic medium. We will go to him and confirm if there's a spirit or a ghost here. I don't trust in all this, but we can try, right?" Inaam said, tying his shoelace.
"I don't know man, take me anywhere but I just want to clear this out." I said, rubbing my temple.
"No worries, I'm there for you. I'll drop you home in a while. Have your breakfast and be ready. I'll pick you in two hours," he said, bringing the engine to life.
"You look tensed. Is there anything that's bothering you?" Alia asked, taking a seat next to me.
"I have to attend an important meeting in a while," I said, meddling in my phone.
"Oh! Best of luck!" She said, smiling.
I saw Inaam's BMW M3 parked in front the gate.
"I'm leaving, Alia. Take care. If there's anything, call me," I said, planting a kiss on her forehead.
"Sure," she said, smiling.
Inaam drove to a dark and an old place. As we entered the dull place, a six-feet man welcomed us.
"Umar, this is Zinadine, my best friend. He has some problem with his house, so I brought him here," Inaam said, while Umar stared at me and gestured us to sit.
"Go ahead," he said, shutting his eyes. I told him every little thing about what my daughters went through.
"For how many months have you been living there?" He asked, staring at the wall.
"Three," I said, looking at Inaam.
"I'm surprised that you and your family have survived so far." A look of horror crossed his face.
"This mansion has a huge history." He said, pressing the bottom of his lips together.
Those words shocked me.
"What do you mean?" I gasped.
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