It all started when my younger sister, Aisha, found her late grandmother’s old diary in the attic. At first, she was fascinated, reading about a woman’s life from decades ago. But soon, strange things began happening. Aisha would read a passage aloud, and moments later, the words seemed to echo in the house.
Shadows moved across walls that should have been empty. We didn’t know what to think. At first, we laughed it off, saying it was coincidence. But then the messages started appearing elsewhere on paper, in mirrors, even whispered at night when no one else was awake.…CONTINUE READING
