*Zinadine's POV*:
I sucked in the air as if nothing had ever been so sweet. The phone call I received at the airport has been stressing me until now.
"I do not know what to do. At any cost, I have to protect my family," I mumbled, raking my greying hair.
Ring! Ring! Ring!
"Assalamu Alaikum, Daaniyal. How have you been?" I asked, taking a seat on the beanbag.
"I'm good, uncle. How was your journey?" He inquired.
"Alhamdulilah." I said, plastering a genuine smile on my face.
"You're not fine. What is bothering you?" Dan asked from the other line.
How does he know?
Should I open up to him?
"Uncle?" He spoke.
"Ahh... Dan... umm... actually," I stammered, scratching the back of my head.
"You know you can share anything and everything with me. Always remember that I'm your son and I'm all ears," he said, and a small smile worked its way across my face.
That feeling when you know there's someone you can open up to.
Relief.
"Umar called me when I was at the Jeddah Airport," I said, rubbing my temple.
"He informed me that someone from my house has been affected by the spirit," I said, shutting my eyelids.
"Spirit?" Daaniyal asked, appalled.
"Yes, son. I haven't spoken to anyone about this. Inaam, my best friend, shared Umar, a psychic medium's contact with me when the girls were hundred percent sure that there was something wrong with this house. When I spoke to Umar about this, he confirmed that there is a spirit living in here," I said, fretting.
"What?" Dan panicked.
"Coming back to the phone call, Umar also warned me it's dangerous for that person's life and there's no doubt that she is going through a very tough time all alone. She doesn't even know what's happening to her," I said, pursuing my lips.
"I cannot believe anything. Who is the person who's affected by the spirit?" He asked from the other line.
"I don't know. Soon, I will find out," I said, heaving a sigh.
"Don't overthink about anything. I'll always be there for you and our family, no matter what," Daaniyal assured.
"Thank you, my son. The luggage I've been carrying on my shoulders has lessened after having a friendly conversation with you," I said, plastering an actual smile on my face.
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The Mansion ✓
HorrorZoya 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...