My little cousin, Amina, has been visiting her late mother’s grave every single day. I mean, rain or shine, she’s there, talking to her mama, leaving flowers… it was heartbreaking to watch, but also so sweet. The problem? Her stepmother, Mariam, didn’t like it one bit.
She was always snapping at Amina, saying she was wasting her time, that her mother was gone and she should “move on.” At first, it was just tension in the house. But then things started getting… weird. Doors would open by themselves, items would move, and there was this cold feeling that followed Mariam everywhere.…CONTINUE READING
