Instead, he took my hand and led me upstairs.
Inside the bedroom stood an old wooden chair facing a large mirror. On the bed lay a faded photograph, turned facedown.
“Sit down,” he instructed. “Cross your legs.”
I hesitated, but obeyed.
For several minutes, he watched my reflection without speaking.
Then he approached the door, turned the key, and slipped it into his pocket.
My heart started racing.
Richard looked at the clock.
He stepped closer.
“Take off your shoes. We’re about to begin.”
I jumped to my feet. kh
Suddenly, a woman’s desperate scream echoed from somewhere beyond the bedroom.
I stood frozen.
Richard’s hands began trembling.
Then his phone rang.
Richard stared directly into my eyes.
“Not yet. But at midnight, she’ll know everything.”
He slowly reached toward the photograph on the bed.
I Froze in Terror. What Happened at Midnight Left Me in Tears… 😱💔‼️
