The Terrifying Encounter

The new house that the Wambwaya family had moved into had seemed like a fresh start—a place where they could escape the haunting malevolent force that had plagued their lives. But as they explored their new surroundings, a sense of unease settled over them, like a foreboding shadow.

Tom, the older of the two brothers, decided to venture out into the garden to get a sense of the property. The day was overcast, with heavy clouds obscuring the sun, casting an eerie gray light over the landscape.

As Tom walked among the trees and flower beds, he couldn't help but notice the beauty of the garden. The plants were lush, and the garden was well-kept, but there was an underlying feeling of melancholy that hung in the air.

And then, as he turned a corner, he saw her—an old grandmother, but not his own, standing at the edge of the garden. She was clad in white clothes that were stained with blood, and her hair hung down in disheveled strands, obscuring her face.

Tom's heart pounded in his chest as he took in the bizarre and horrifying sight. The old woman held something in her hand, and as he drew closer, he realized with a sickening jolt what it was—Lily's severed head.

The head, detached from the body, dangled grotesquely from the old woman's hand, yet it continued to speak with a ghastly, disembodied voice. The eyes in the head stared at Tom with a malevolent intensity, and its lips moved, forming words that sent a shiver down his spine.

"Give back what belongs to us," the severed head hissed, its voice a chilling whisper. "Or you will never know peace."

Tom's legs felt like lead as he stumbled backward, his mind reeling in horror. He couldn't tear his gaze away from the horrifying spectacle before him, unable to comprehend the surreal nightmare unfolding.

The old grandmother continued to clutch the severed head, her hair covering her face like a shroud. The blood-stained white clothes clung to her frail form as she spoke, her voice filled with a deep, unrelenting anger.

"Tell your parents," the severed head demanded, "to give back what belongs to us. We will not rest until our torment is avenged."

Tom's breath came in shallow gasps as he struggled to make sense of the horrifying encounter. The severed head seemed to pulse with a malevolent energy, its eyes fixed on him with an unyielding intensity.

Summoning every ounce of courage, Tom finally managed to turn and flee from the garden, his heart pounding in his chest. He rushed back into the house, his face pale and his hands trembling.

As he burst into the living room, his family gathered around him, their faces filled with concern. "Tom, what happened?" his father asked, his voice laced with worry.

Tom struggled to find his words, his mind still haunted by the gruesome sight he had witnessed. "There's... there's an old grandmother in the garden," he stammered. "She had Lily's head, and it was talking, telling us to give back what belongs to them."

The family exchanged horrified glances, realizing that the malevolent force that had pursued them was still very much present in their new home. The severed head's ominous warning echoed in their minds, a chilling reminder that their ordeal was far from over.

As they gathered in the living room, they knew that they had to confront the darkness once more, to uncover the secrets that had bound them to this malevolent force. The old grandmother in the garden had issued a chilling ultimatum, and the family's quest for peace had taken a terrifying turn.

The malevolent presence that had haunted "The Abandoned House" had followed them, and its demands were becoming increasingly ominous. The Wambwaya family was now faced with the daunting task of unraveling the mysteries that lay hidden in their new home, and the severed head's malevolent threat hung over them like a dark cloud, casting a long shadow over their future.