Chapter 1

Scroll down the page gently, the souls are angry ! ....

Everything was there to write ... paper, ink, coffee, office and everything except my mind and concentration did not attend the session as if I did not want to write that novel, but something forced me. I was trying to write that story and get rid of it, but I could not. I was in a room that looked exactly like mine. The library, the bed, the books and the titles, nothing contradicting except that there are cameras hanging so high all over the the room....

I was kidnapped from my house and put inside the trunk of the car and was severely beaten and lost consciousness until I woke up to see myself in this room

- what on earth is happening to me!!

Write the novel Ahmed ! , a voice filled the room, the voice of my wife who disappeared a week ago, no more

a voice full of hatred and rage.

You killed me so as not to expose your secret and end your career You buried me with this bloodstained hand and betrayal But today you will write yourself a novel revealing your heinous crime you and your lover, or I will expose your life to destruction and perdition

I was terrified and damaged right and left How did that happen Isn't she dead How do you talk to me and threaten me too and force me to confess my crime

Wasn't I kidnapped??

Didn't I get hit?

Who did all this

oh my God help me I'm going crazy And what are those hanging cameras?

Am I dreaming?

I must be delusional

So the books started flying in the air and fell back over my head and came back to rise and all the things started flying off the desktop as if someone was directing them to throw me!!

You are not under the illusion, Ahmed!!!

- I am here, I did not leave you in peace until I took my right from you as I took it from my lover, I go to pray on her soul and she started laughing in a hysterical and frightening way and says : " I will keep chasing you until you write a novel that ends your path with your hands.."

Silence prevailed. I moved towards the door and opened it. Yes, I did not imagine that it was my house. Actually, this means that I was not kidnapped. It was a ploy to deceive me and disperse my thoughts.

I hurriedly headed towards Dania the maid's room. I saw her fall to the ground with her eyes deeply open and freezing, as if she saw what frightened her and traces of fingers on her neck as if she had been strangled!!

I was afraid a lot and remembered my wife's words : " I did not leave you in peace until I inflamed my right from you as you looted it from your lover, I will keep chasing you until you write a novel that ends your path with your hands.."

I did not know what to do, the wind ran contrary to what I did, I was cheerful, because I got rid of my wife, who wanted to destroy my future and my career. The death of (Dania) who was strangled, if I reach her, someone will accuse me of killing her, I will bury her too without anyone knowing, and I will claim that she is also missing. Oh my God, what is this curse that befell me?

I buried her...

I went back to my room and everything was there to write. Paper, ink, coffee, desk and everything (except my mind and focus did not attend the session as if I did not want to write that novel

The light went out and on and everything in the room vibrated, I got up terrified and panicked and what was really missing happened to me, she closed the room on me, I tried to open the door but in vain, her voice filled the place but this time not her but the maid

" You strangled me with your hands and today I will curse you , You killed me as you killed her"

And another voice stormed the room, the voice of my wife laughing and saying, "I reincarnated in you to kill her , now let us see how you get rid of our souls?! Haha..

It was the hardest day ever, my soul almost came out and i wished it instead of this horror that surrounded me and from those vengeful souls that frightened me

I intend to write my crimes with a novel. I began to narrate the details of the story. I told everything without feeling until I completed it, and the door was still closed until I finished it, and I put it on my desktop.

Suddenly two women appeared in front of me, ugly, with torn clothes, and very long nails, laughing madly and moving towards me until they came close and started trying to strangle me.

I was afraid of the sight that terrified me, I did not resist at all, so I was really dying, and I realized that even after my death, no one would have mercy on me, because they will certainly read the novel left on the desk !!!

Souls do not incarnate without reasons...