Billionaire Lives with His Gateman for 10 Years, But Never Knew He Was a Ghost!
EPISODE 3

Mark felt like the ground beneath him had shifted. The name **Sarah Daniels** kept ringing in his ears. Helen sat across from him, her fingers nervously twisting the edge of her scarf.

“I didn’t mean to bring back pain,” she said softly. “But when Grace said someone was staring at her from the gate… and I looked up and saw no one… I remembered that face. That same man from thirty years ago.”

Mark’s voice was low. “But how could he still be here?”

Helen looked up, her eyes filled with fear. “That’s what you need to find out, Mark. Before something else happens.”

—

That night, Mark couldn’t sleep. He kept hearing splashes, water, crying—the sound of a child gasping for breath. He got up, heart racing, and walked to the kitchen to drink water, but the tap suddenly burst open by itself. Water spilled everywhere. Then he heard it—a child’s laughter echoing from the hallway.

Mark dropped the glass. He ran into the hallway. No one. But on the floor… were wet footprints. Tiny… barefoot… like a child had walked through his house.

The next morning, he went to the lake behind Emberwood estate. The water was calm. Birds chirped as if nothing had ever happened there. But when Mark stepped closer, he saw something in the sand. A small red shoe. Half-buried. He picked it up slowly and saw a name written under it: **“Lilly.”**

Suddenly, a voice behind him said, “She was only six.” Mark turned sharply. John stood there, silent as always, eyes staring at the lake.

Mark’s throat tightened. “Who was she, John?”

John didn’t look at him. “The one I couldn’t save.”

Mark’s voice broke. “Then why are you still here?”

John’s eyes finally met his. “Because she never left.”

Mark’s knees almost gave way. “What… what do you mean?”

John walked slowly toward the water, stopping right at the edge. “The day she fell in… I was chasing her. She was running. Laughing. I didn’t see the stone in time. I slipped. Hit my head. The next thing I remember… I was standing by the gate again. But no one could see me.”

Mark’s heart dropped. John had died trying to save the little girl. But what he said next froze the blood in Mark’s veins. “She’s still around, Mark. She’s not at peace. Because someone… lied about what happened that day.”

—

Back at the mansion, Helen received a call from Grace’s school. Grace had collapsed during morning assembly. When Helen arrived, the teacher looked pale. “She kept saying, ‘Lilly wants to come out of the water… she wants to tell the truth.’”

Helen’s face drained of color. That night, she sat alone in her room, crying. She opened an old diary. Inside was a letter she had written—but never sent—to her late friend, Sarah Daniels. She whispered through tears: “Forgive me, Sarah. I should have told the truth. I should have said it wasn’t an accident…”

Suddenly, her phone rang. It was Mark. His voice was shaking. “Helen, you need to come to the house. Now. Something’s wrong. I just found Lilly’s other shoe… inside my bedroom.”

Helen clutched her phone tightly, Mark’s words still echoing in her ear. “Lilly’s shoe… inside my bedroom.” She rushed out of her house without even locking the door properly. Grace was asleep on the couch—Helen didn’t dare wake her. Something told her this night would open wounds she buried long ago.

The rain had begun falling again. The kind of slow, soft rain that carries memories. As she drove, her mind wandered to the past—to Sarah, to Lilly’s laughter, and the lake that swallowed everything.

When she arrived at the mansion, Mark was standing under the porch, holding the little red shoe in a plastic bag. His face looked hollow. “Come inside,” he said without smiling.

They sat in the living room. The house was quiet, but the air wasn’t. It felt… watched. Mark dropped the shoe on the table gently. “Tell me everything, Helen. All of it. No lies.”

—

Helen took a deep breath and began. “Lilly wasn’t supposed to be near the lake that day. Sarah had warned her over and over again. But we were both distracted. There was an argument… a very big one.”

Mark leaned in. “Between who?”

Helen lowered her head. “Me and Sarah. I was… I was jealous. She had everything. A daughter, a good job, peace. I had just lost my second pregnancy. I was bitter. Angry at God. And that day, I said something unforgivable.”

Tears slid down her face. “I told her she didn’t deserve Lilly. That she was too careless to be a mother.”

Mark’s eyes widened. Helen sniffed, trembling. “Lilly overheard us. She ran out crying. And we didn’t even notice.” Her voice broke. “By the time we did, John was already in the water, fighting to bring her out. But it was too late. He… drowned trying.”

—

Mark sat back in silence. It was more than he had expected. But something didn’t add up. “Why was John’s death ruled as an accident if he died saving her?”

Helen looked up slowly, pain etched on every inch of her face. “Because… someone lied. Someone from the estate covered it up. They said John was careless. They didn’t want the bad press. They said he slipped on the job, fell, and died. His death was paid off with silence.”

Mark whispered. “And Lilly?”

Helen nodded slowly. “They buried her… but Sarah never healed. She died a year later from heartbreak.”

Mark closed his eyes. This wasn’t just a story about a ghost. It was a story about injustice. A soul that had been denied honor. And a child who had never known peace.

—

Suddenly, the lights in the room flickered. The air grew colder. Helen stood, clutching her arms. “Something’s here, Mark.” And then they both heard it. A soft hum. A child’s voice… singing.

“Ring around the roses… pocket full of…”

Mark’s breath caught. The sound was coming from upstairs. From his bedroom. They climbed the stairs slowly, heartbeats loud in the silence. Mark opened the door. And stopped. There, on his bed, was a wet letter, sealed in a transparent plastic bag. The paper looked old… like it had been buried under rain for years.

Helen stepped forward and opened it. Inside was a shaky handwritten note.

> “Mummy, I saw the man with the kind eyes. He tried to help me. Tell him I’m not angry. But I want the truth to come out. So I can sleep. So I can stop crying. —Lilly”

Helen fell to her knees, weeping. Mark stood in silence. The man with the kind eyes… John. Lilly’s ghost had left a letter.

—

Just then, the bedroom mirror cracked—without anyone touching it. And in the corner of the room, they both saw her. A small girl… soaked in water… holding a teddy bear. She wasn’t scary. She looked… tired.

She opened her mouth and whispered: “Tell the man… his time is almost up.” Then she vanished.