Billionaire Lives with His Gateman for 10 Years, But Never Knew He Was a Ghost!
EPISODE 4

The rain had stopped, but the chill in the air seemed to cling to Helen and Mark as they stood in the now-dark room. The mirror was still cracked, the jagged lines reflecting the dim light like a fractured soul.

Helen was still kneeling on the floor, holding the letter Lilly had left. Her hands trembled as she tried to read the words over and over, hoping that somehow the message would change or make sense in a way that it didn’t before.

> “Tell the man… his time is almost up.”

Mark stared at the empty spot where Lilly had been, his mind racing. “What does she mean?” he whispered, the words almost choked in his throat. “Why would she say that?”

Helen’s eyes were red from crying, but the urgency in her voice cut through the sorrow. “Mark, it’s not just about John. It’s about all of us. All the lies we’ve buried… Lilly knew the truth. And she’s angry. But she’s also asking us to make it right.”

Mark glanced at the empty space in the room, the overwhelming presence of something unseen filling the air. “But how? How do we make it right? John is gone… Lilly’s gone… Sarah is gone…” he trailed off, his voice breaking.

Helen stood slowly, wiping away her tears. **“Because of us, Mark. Because of the lies we told. All of us—Sarah, John, even me. I protected myself. I lied to myself. And I buried the truth about what happened that day…”**

She took a deep breath, walking toward the window. The mansion was silent, but it felt too quiet. As if everything was holding its breath, waiting for something to unfold. “The truth is, John didn’t die by accident.” She paused, her voice trembling. “He died because of a decision I made. I never told you, but… I was the one who pushed him to save Lilly.”

Mark stared at her, completely stunned. “You… pushed him?”

Helen nodded, her voice shaky. “I couldn’t swim, Mark. I couldn’t save her. So I told John to go in after her. But I didn’t warn him about the currents. I didn’t tell him how dangerous it was.”

Mark could hardly process what he was hearing. “You didn’t tell him?”

Helen’s face twisted in guilt, her eyes haunted. “No, Mark. I didn’t. And it cost him his life.”

—

A sudden sound—like footsteps—echoed from the staircase. Both Helen and Mark spun around, hearts racing. They both heard it now, loud and clear. A child’s laughter. Faint, but distinct. It came from somewhere deep within the house.

Mark grabbed Helen’s arm. “What is that? Where’s it coming from?”

Helen’s eyes were wide with fear. “It’s not just Lilly… It’s the past catching up to us.”

They followed the sound, walking slowly, cautiously, until they reached the old attic door at the far end of the hall. It was ajar, and the laughter was growing louder now, mixed with soft whispers, almost like a chant. “She’s here. We have to stop this, Mark,” Helen said, her voice filled with dread.

Mark nodded, his hand gripping the door handle.

—

The attic was dark and cold, the air thick with dust. As they stepped inside, a cold breeze hit them, and the laughter stopped. In the silence, the only sound was their breathing.

They moved forward cautiously, and then Mark stopped. There, in the corner of the attic, was a small wooden chest. It had an old, rusty lock on it. Mark’s heart raced as he approached it.

“This is it,” Helen whispered. “Whatever is in that chest… it’s what we’ve been hiding all these years.”

Mark bent down, his fingers trembling as he fumbled with the lock. It clicked open with a faint creak, and the lid slowly lifted, revealing a stack of yellowed papers, photographs, and an old, torn letter.

Helen gasped as she recognized the handwriting. “Sarah’s handwriting…”

Mark carefully pulled out the letter and read the first few lines aloud.

> “I can’t forgive myself. I told you not to go near the lake, but you ran anyway. You didn’t deserve what happened. I should’ve saved you, but I was too late. Now I’m left with the truth, and I fear it will never set me free…”

Helen’s voice faltered. “Sarah… she knew all along. She knew John’s death wasn’t an accident. But she couldn’t live with it. She took the guilt on herself…”

Mark read on, his heart pounding.

> “But the worst of it… the worst thing I’m guilty of, is hiding the truth from you, John. You weren’t just trying to save Lilly. You were trying to save me. And I didn’t let you.”

Suddenly, it clicked. The air felt heavier, suffocating, as if everything had been building toward this very moment. The truth had been buried with Sarah.

—

Mark closed the letter with trembling hands. “So it wasn’t just an accident. Sarah’s guilt… it consumed her. And John… he sacrificed everything, not just for Lilly, but for her…”

Helen nodded, tears streaming down her face. “I never knew, Mark. I didn’t know how deep it went.”

The attic suddenly grew colder, and the laughter returned. But this time, it wasn’t a child’s laugh. It was John’s voice. “You don’t have long left, Mark,” his voice echoed through the walls, sending a chill through both of them.

Helen gasped. “What does he mean?”

Mark turned, his heart pounding in his chest. Suddenly, everything in the room seemed to go dark. The walls seemed to close in. The truth was about to come to light—but it would cost someone their life.