Yakabatanidzwa ruzha

After that night… she couldn’t sleep. Something felt wrong. So she went back to search the family her son described months ago. This time, she dug deeper. Old records. News articles. And then she found it. A photo of the family standing in their house. And in the corner… was their child. The one wh…

After that night… she couldn’t sleep. Something felt wrong. So she went back to search the family her son described months ago. This time, she dug deeper. Old records. News articles. And then she found it. A photo of the family standing in their house. And in the corner… was their child. The one who had died. The mom froze. Because the boy in the photo looked exactly like her son. Same face. Same eyes. Then she noticed something worse…