The figure rose from the chair in jerks, like a puppet pulled on tangled strings. When it spoke, the voice was a perfect copy of his father’s, but layered beneath it was something deeper, ancient, grating like stone.
“You should not remember me.”
The walls shivered. Photographs rained from them, fluttering to the floor in a storm. Each one showed his family, his childhood, his life — but with him missing.
In one, Amaka’s birthday party: her, smiling with friends. But no Efe by her side.
In another, a family trip: mother, father, sister. But no trace of him.
In another, their wedding anniversary photo — his parents, cutting cake, surrounded by guests. No Efe.
Every memory rewritten.
He fell to his knees, screaming, clutching his head as the photographs piled around him.
The shadow-father leaned close, breath sour with decay, and whispered:
“Even you are a mistake.”
Efe’s vision fractured. The floor tilted. The photographs crawled with movement, faces turning toward him, mouths opening in silent screams.
And when he blinked—
The room was empty again.
Only the stuffed rabbit sat on the floor.
And this time, it had two eyes.
⚡️ End of Chapter 3.
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