THE MAID Part 4 – Yùñg Tygä stories

💐PART 4💐 💐THE MAID💐

In the video, she did everything normally until it came time to serve up the food, at which point I was shocked to see her doing something that made me scream…..

She was performing some sort of spell over my father’s dinner.

I immediately began watching with avid anticipation to see what would happen next.

She brought out a small bottle of oil-like stuff wrapped in red cloth, opened it, and poured it over the food, followed by something she performed quickly while reciting something inaudible.

Despite increasing the volume of my phone, I couldn’t hear all she said clearly. The only portion I could truly hear was the last part when she said, “May his love develop for me everyday and…..”

She put her right hand inside her pānt three times and stretched it over his food three times while reciting the words.

And she turned back to my meal, saying, “AS FOR THIS LITTLE RAT, SHE THINKS SHE CAN STAND IN MY WAY, BUT THIS WILL BE HER END.” And she pulled something from her apron that looked like what she had previously tried to put in my mother’s drink, spilled a small amount of it into my soup, and mixed it.

Ah! I yelled when the video reached that point.

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And I abruptly shut off the video, dropped the phone on the bed, and sat shaking and perplexed, holding my chin in my palm and my mouth open in Agape.

For a time, I was disoriented.

“SO THIS IS WHAT THIS LADY HAD BEEN DOING TO MY DAD ALL THOSE WHILE?”
I bitterly questioned myself.

What more evidence did I need to be convinced that our maid had become a serious k!ller?

But deep down, I knew this evidence wouldn’t be enough; I needed additional clues.
But now that I didn’t have to worry about evidence, I remembered the TRUTHSPY app was at work, and smiled to myself.

I quickly checked into the TRUTHSPY account linked to my phone through hers, but there were no strange calls or messages.

I decided not to expose this film to my parents yet, even though it felt unsafe to give this maid more time. However, I needed to obtain at least one of the maid’s private chat recordings to link to this evidence before exposing her.
But all I needed to do was be more cautious than ever before until I got those hidden voice recordings.

Now, I’ve determined that before my father gets home, I should have taken his food knowingly to the maid and swiftly disposed of it, and when my father arrives, I’ll tell him that I ate my dinner first and then got hungry, so I ate his.

I know my father loves me and would never hurt me for eating his food, but even if he did, it was worth it to save his life from a charm.

And as for my food, I immediately dumped it in a black polythene bag, tied it up, and made my way to the backyard to trash it, making sure not to be observed by the Maid.

As soon as I arrived to the backyard and was about to trash the food, I noticed a cat that normally came to our yard; this cat was always in our yard, most likely belonging to our next-door neighbors.

That’s how I poured a bit of the food for the cat to see how this pōison would react. Or if the meal was actually pois0ned.

The cat ate the meal and nothing happened.
I continued coming out of my room to monitor it all day, but nothing happened.

Nothing happened till the next day; the only difference was that the cat appeared to be less active than usual. It appeared like this cat was ill.

But when I returned from school on Monday afternoon, I didn’t see the cat for the entire time.
Curiosity led me to look for it in the backyard.

After a brief search, I discovered the cat lying dēad beneath the flower bush.
That’s when I became convinced it was a slow working pois0n.

When I saw that, I almost collapsed in fear. I was trembling terribly.

Should I have eaten the stuff, I would have d!ed. Not even at home, but on campus, and no one would know the exact cause of my death.

Even if they learned I died from p0ison, they would not have suspected it was from home.

It gradually dawned on me that the maid’s request for an excuse to leave on Sunday to attend to her sick mother and return on Monday evening was simply so that no one would suspect her of being responsible for my death, if I d!ed.
And that would have reduced her chances of being suspected.

The thought of seeing that dead cat from the pois0n that would have k!lIed me caused me so much anxiety that I developed a fever.

When my parents noticed I wasn’t feeling well, my father brought me to the pharmacy, where the pharmacist performed my test and told me I had a temperature, as well as that I was very stressed and needed to rest while taking my medication.

That evening, our maid arrived.

When she saw me ill, she expressed so much worry and care for me.

Deep down, I was like, “This lady thinks she got me.” I giggled within.

My mother asked her why her phone had been unreachable since she left for the village, and she answered, “it was due to a network issue.”

And I knew it was true because I hadn’t received any of her recent calls or texts through my TRUTHSPY account.

But it wasn’t until the next morning that I finally realised my Gold was almost complete…

To be continued…..

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