The House of Horror

Chapter 14 _ The Mind

Malik approaches Mira and puts his hands around her waist. The electricity comes back on, and the living room lights up again. Mira: The light's back on, and the glass's empty. Aren't you going to fill it for me?

Malik smiles, saying: Of course.

Mira pulls Malik's hands off her waist, saying: No, you stay here and get your glass. Mira takes the glasses in her hands and goes to the kitchen, swaying seductively from side to side. She enters the kitchen, stands in front of the bar, picks up the bottle, and fills the first glass. Malik enters the kitchen to find Mira.

He takes a knife from one of the drawers and suddenly stabs Mira in the neck. Mira falls to the ground. He continues stabbing her in different parts of her body. Blood spurts out onto the kitchen floor. Malik grabs her by her long hair and pulls her after him toward the bathroom.

He opens the bathroom door and enters, pulling her in. Blood trails behind him. He bends down, picks her up, and places her in the bathtub. Her entire body is in the tub except for her head, which hangs outside as if she's staring at him. The bathroom tiles, with their lifeless glassy eyes, are now stained with blood. Malik removes his clothes, which are drenched in blood, and stands under the running water. The water mixes with the blood and flows down the drain as if he were turning on an endless tap of blood. Malik finishes showering, puts on only his underwear, and looks at Mira as blood flows from her neck, trickling onto the bathroom floor towards the drain. Malik grabs the blood-stained clothes and throws them into the bathtub. They fall onto Mira's body. He reaches for the bathroom door handle, opens it, and leaves, leaving Mira inside, covered in her own blood. He closes the door and heads towards his room. He stops abruptly in the middle of the living room after hearing the doorbell ringing throughout the apartment. He stands frozen, looking anxious and tense. He turns and walks slowly, hesitantly towards the apartment door.

Should I trust her or not?!

He stood behind the door, looking through the peephole, wanting Dima to stand before him. He glanced behind him at the traces of blood in the corridor in front of the bathroom door, but there was nothing there, as if nothing had happened. He knew that his jinn assistants had filled their cups with blood, but there was still blood inside the kitchen that he hadn't seen yet.

He reached for the doorknob and opened the door. He remained standing, staring at Dima, his eyes filled with either a clear smile or a wild love! Dima smiles: "Aren't you going to invite me in? Or didn't you want me to come over?" Malik calmly steps aside, saying: "Come in."

Dima enters. Malik closes the apartment door and follows her into the living room. Dima sits on the sofa, and Malik sits beside her. Dima: "Your voice on the phone sounds so tired. I thought I'd come and check on you." Malik: "I'm fine now." Dima: "If you're really fine, let's go downstairs now." Malik feels as though he has a golden opportunity to hide a secret from her, a secret that, if revealed, would be the end of everything. Malik: "Okay, I'll change my clothes and we'll go right away." Malik gets up and heads towards his room. Dima also gets up and goes to the kitchen, saying: "Want me to make you a drink, Malik?" Dima takes a few steps into the living room, and as soon as she enters the kitchen, she sees the large amount of blood spilled on the floor. She lets out a hysterical scream that almost pierces the walls. And the bodies of the dead shake in their graves.

Malik rushed out of his room.

- They are a very kind family, but...

Inside Hussein's villa

Amal, Hussein, and Sophia sat facing each other in the hallway. Amal held the phone to her ear for a few seconds, then lowered it and placed it on the table.

She looked towards Hussein, saying, "I'm calling Malik, but he's not answering. I'm very worried about him."

Sophia was holding her phone and typing messages to Malik on w******p. Sophia wrote: "Malik, Aunt Amal is calling you. Why aren't you answering?" The phone shows an unread message. Sophia turns to Amal, saying, "Malik isn't reading the messages." Hussein says anxiously, "Come on, Amal, let's go to Malik's. You've worried me." Hussein, Sophia, and Amal stand in front of Malik's apartment door. Hussein presses the doorbell. Malik looks for the door to open, but after seconds, even minutes, the door still doesn't open, despite Hussein's repeated attempts. Hussein turns to Sophia, saying, "Call Malik on his mobile, Sophia." Sophia takes her phone out of her bag and calls Malik. She puts the phone to her ear, but the ringing of Malik's phone inside the apartment echoes outside, reaching Hussein, Amal, and Sophia.

"You must secure yourselves first!"

"The tower is under our roof?!" On the ground floor of the residential tower, which was beginning to transform into a house of terror, Mina sat behind his desk in the tower's security room, watching the cameras as usual. He saw Hussein, Amal, and Sophia standing in front of Nasser's apartment. Mina looked up at Ashraf and Shadi, who were sitting with him in the room, and said, "These people have been standing in front of Nasser's apartment door for a long time. Isn't Malek in his apartment?"

Shadi looked at Mina dismissively and said, "Malek hasn't been here since the day Nour was killed and Nasser was imprisoned." Mina came out from behind his desk, his face showing tension and panic. "How come? I've seen him here a lot, going up and down." Shadi said, "You're not focused, and that's not acceptable in our job. You have to be aware of everything in the tower." He turned to Ashraf and said, "And you, Ashraf, are you upstairs or not?"

Ashraf replied, "I haven't seen him either since the day Nour died." Mina looked confused and worried.

–The Love Test- The Power of the Jinn and the Power of the Mind_ The Jinn King Quickly Saves the Day

The doorbell rang insistently, its sound piercing the stillness of the night as if striking Malik directly in the chest. Each ring quickened, echoing in his ears like the frantic beating of his heart, reflecting the pressure of fear that accumulated within him with every passing second. He froze, like a stone on the cold kitchen floor, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His eyes darted between the knife lying on the floor and the spilled blood splattered on the marble tiles, then to Dima's gaze, still fixed below, silent, her eyes brimming with unspoken questions.

Tears streamed silently down her face, gathering on her polished skin, reflecting her distress. She didn't speak, but her eyes screamed: Had Malik committed a crime? What was all this blood? How did things come to this? The questions hung heavy and suffocating in the air, pressing down on Malik like an invisible weight.