He was an evil ritualist.
During the prayer, he placed his hand gently on Joy’s head as if he was delivering her. Then he whispered softly, “From today, you will obey my voice.” No one heard him. To everyone else, it looked normal.
That night, after the other children had gone to sleep, Joy quietly disappeared.
The next morning, the school was thrown into confusion. Teachers searched everywhere. The students were questioned. But Joy was nowhere to be found.
Days passed… still nothing.
What nobody knew was that Joy was not far away.
She was hidden inside her own parents’ house,
Under the control of the evil man .
Back at the school, after days of searching, the principal suggested that Joy’s parents seek spiritual help. He introduced them to a pastor—Mr. Victor.
The same man behind Joy’s disappearance.
Desperate and broken, Mr. and Mrs. Daniel went to meet him.
The fake pastor listened carefully and then gave them a strange instruction. He told them to travel to Ijegu, cook food, and feed homeless children. According to him, that was the only way to bring their daughter back.
Without thinking twice, they agreed.
Before leaving, they hired a nanny to take care of their newborn baby.
But the moment they left…
The evil man began his final move.
From his house, he controlled Joy.
“Go and carry your mother’s baby… bury him alive…” the voice said.
But this time, the voice sounded exactly like her father.
Joy slowly stepped out from where she had been hiding.
Her face was blank… too blank.
Her eyes did not blink, not even once.
Then suddenly, her lips curved into a strange, quiet smile.
The nanny was fast asleep.
Joy walked quietly into the room, carried her baby brother, and headed towards the garden.
“Now dig,” the voice commanded again.
“Okay, Daddy…” Joy replied softly, completely under control.
She began to dig the ground with her small hands. The afternoon sun was hot, but she didn’t stop.
After digging deep enough, she placed her two-week-old baby brother inside the hole.
Then she started covering the soil… slowly, carefully, as if she was enjoying it.
Back in Ijegu, Mr. and Mrs. Daniel continued feeding the homeless children, hoping it would help them find their daughter.
But suddenly, Mrs. Daniel felt something was wrong.
Her heart began to beat fast.
“I don’t feel comfortable,” she said, bringing out her phone with shaking hands.
She quickly dialed the nanny’s number.
At home, the nanny was still lying on the bed… fast asleep.
Her phone began to ring loudly beside her.
Once… twice… three times…
But she didn’t move.
Meanwhile Little Joy was half way covering the her little brother under the Evil influence.
Will the nanny wake up to pick the call?
NOT EVERYONE THAT VISITS SCHOOLS TO PRAY IS GENUINE, BE CAREFUL!!!
To be continued…
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