PART 2🌳🌳THE EVIL PICTURE🌳

 

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We had no idea that the picture we picked up a few days before had allowed an evil spirit into our house, or that the chaos that follows would be beyond human control.

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My brother's room was quite close to mine, exactly across the passageways, so if I turned, I could see his room right in front of me.

I awoke one night to use the bathroom, and because I was and still am scared of the dark, I left the hallway light on, knowing my father would turn it off when he got up.

He was obviously sleeping by then.

I was resting in my bed, facing the door, when I heard a dreadful noise that made me jump.

The 'PlayStation Game' in my brother's room was switched on, and his toy car was also on, so I got up to go tell him he shouldn't be playing this late.

However, when I entered his room, surprisingly he was fast sleeping in his bed.

THE GAME was still on and making sounds, as if someone was playing it recently.

—[ɯɾιƚƚҽɳ ɓყ: ყùñɠ ƚყɠα ʂƚσɾιҽʂ]—

I stood there for a moment, gaving it a facial expression as I took the remote from the chair and switched it off.

After switching everything off, I was eventually able to go back to bed again, but my brother wouldn't stop talking about "OSHUN" for almost a week.

And I noticed his calm, happy & innocent face started declining days after days.

It was starting to worry me out, so I walked to our neighbors' houses on the right and left of us.

One house did not even have children, and the rest were uninhabited. (No one lived in them)

This even worried me more, but my father assured me that it was most likely simply an imaginary friend my brother had come up with.

I let the thought slide, since I couldn't think of any other solutions.

But nearly every night, one of us, my mother, father, or older sister, will comment, saying "They heard my brother's game making noise and will have to go into his room to turn it off."

And I said that I have done the same as well.

My father began to suspect that the toy car was motion-activated.

However, when we purchased it, there was no mention of motion activation.

It wasn't long until one night, I overheard my brother chatting to himself in his room.

My older sister and I were so upset by it that we started sleeping in my room together, which I'm glad we did since else I would have dismissed it as a bad dream.

Two nights later, my sister and I were in bed conversing, trying to keep each other calm and cheerful, when we heard a dreadful noise from our younger brother's toy car.

We both hopped and opened the door, and the sound came directly from my younger brother's room.

We tiptoed across my and into his room.

And our face changed instantly with fear as we saw our brother's toy rolling past us at the entrance, all on its own.

We shouted and raced to our parents' room; they were furious with our brother, saying it was an evil joke to play on us.

As we were already terrified and mād at him, He said something that sent shivers down my spine.

"IT WASN'T ME, Oshun WANTED TO PLAY."

That night, with the battery removed, the toy was thrown into the trash.

My sister and I were relieved, but the next day, surprisingly, my brother had the toy again.

My parents accused him of taking the toy out of the trash to which he responded; "Oshun HELPED ME GET IT OUT."

This time around we broke the toy into small pieces and threw it away for the final time.

My brother was obviously upset but our parents got him a new Spiderman toy and everything was fine.

It wasn't until about a week later when we all felt that everything was okay now, something terrible happened...

To be continued...