"My name is Nisha… and I am the reason behind my master's death.
Why did I do it? That secret I'll only tell… if you have the courage to listen from the very beginning."
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Once, there was a powerful and respected family—the Harringtons.
People spoke their name with respect, fear, and sometimes jealousy.
At the head of the family was Will Harrington. In the business world, Will was both admired and feared. He was clever, ambitious, and never afraid of risks. From nothing, he built a huge empire with only his sharp mind and determination. But at home, he wasn't just a businessman—he was a father and a husband.
His wife, Kristina Harrington, was a woman of grace. She was calm, strong, beautiful and elegant, the perfect support for Will. Together, they had two sons—so different from each other that they seemed like opposites.
The elder son, Sam Harrington, 23, was the pride of the family. He worked at Helix Research Corporation—a place people whispered about as if it were magical. At Helix, they made things that sounded impossible: robots that felt emotions, clothes that could heal, devices that bent reality. Sam was one of the fifteen core members of Helix Corporation. He wasn't just another worker; he had made his mark with his skills. He had friends there too—his loyal best friend Harry, and Natasha, a bright girl who secretly admired him but never confessed.
The younger son, Stuart Harrington, was only 16. Quiet, serious, and full of hidden thoughts. He was brilliant at studies but very introverted, preferring silence instead of useless talk. His innocence made him fragile but also unique—too good for a cruel world. His only close companion was his childhood friend Phil, who could understand him without words.
Though the brothers were very different, they had one thing in common—the values and discipline their parents had taught them. They were polite, respectful, and loyal to their family name.
There was also one more member of the Harrington household—Bruno, their dog. Bruno was not an ordinary pet. He was protective, loyal, and almost human in his feelings. He was like a silent guardian, watching everything with sharp amber eyes that often noticed what humans ignored.
Everything began on a cold December night—December 7, 2005.
That evening, the Harrington house was unusually quiet. Mr. and Mrs. Harrington had gone to a late-night party, leaving their two sons and Bruno alone at home.
Outside, the winter wind howled, rattling the windows. The trees shook violently, and their shadows looked like twisted figures crawling on the walls. But inside, Sam and Stuart were busy with their video game. The TV glowed, and the sound of digital gunfire filled the living room.
Time slipped away unnoticed… until—
Knock. Knock.
A soft but clear knock on the front door.
At first, the brothers ignored it, thinking they had imagined it. But then—
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
This time it was loud, urgent, and almost impatient.
Sam sighed, put his controller aside, and muttered, "I'll check."
Stuart glanced nervously at the door, his heart uneasy.
Sam walked to the door, footsteps echoing in the silent house. He twisted the handle, pulled it open—
And saw… nothing.
The porch was empty. The street outside was dark and deserted.
But lying on the doormat was a small parcel, neatly wrapped. On top, in hurried handwriting, was written their aunt's name.
"Strange," Sam whispered. He picked up the parcel, carried it inside, and opened it with Stuart.
Inside were just three plain biscuits, neatly placed. Nothing else.
Sam laughed. "Cookies?"
He tossed the box on the table and went back to the game.
Moments later—
A sound broke the night.
Not the wind. Not the trees.
A man's voice. Hoarse, desperate, filled with pure terror.
"HELP! … PLEASE! HELP ME!"
The brothers froze. Fear gripped them. Bruno barked loudly, fur standing up, ready to attack.
Without thinking, Sam and Stuart ran to the front pgate. The cries grew louder, echoing through the dark street.
Sam pulled the gate open—
And at that moment, an explosion happened
A huge blast shook everything. Glass shattered, flames roared, and the silence of the night was destroyed. The explosion threw the brothers back like rag dolls.
The smell of burning filled the air. Smoke rose. Their vision blurred. Slowly, consciousness slipped away.
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When they woke up, everything was hazy. Smoke curled in the air. Broken glass covered the ground. The faint echo of chaos still lingered.
Someone shook them awake.
It was Officer Josh.
The name alone made the Harrington family uneasy. Josh had always disliked their family, especially their father, Will. No one knew why. Whenever the boys asked, their parents avoided the topic. But tonight, Josh wasn't an enemy—he was the man who had pulled them back to life.
"You boys okay?" he asked in a sharp, urgent voice.
The brothers stood shakily, coughing. And then they saw it—
Just beyond the gate… lay a body.
Or what was left of one.
Charred. Twisted. Bones broken. Flesh burned into something unrecognizable. It wasn't even a person anymore—just a horrifying shadow of what had once been human.
Stuart gasped, his young eyes wide in terror. Sam staggered back, his stomach turning. Bruno growled softly, warning them not to go closer.
Josh immediately pulled out his notebook. His voice was cold, commanding.
"Tell me everything. What did you see? Who came? Every detail."
The brothers, still shaking, explained— the scream for help, and the explosion.
Josh scribbled quickly, shining his flashlight over the remains, his face dark with suspicion.
Then—headlights cut through the night.
A black car stopped outside the gate. Will and Kristina Harrington rushed out.
"My children! What happened to them?!" Kristina cried, hugging her sons tightly.
Will's face stayed stern, but his fear showed for a moment as he held both boys close.
Josh stepped forward. His eyes narrowed. "This isn't over. Tomorrow, I'll begin a full investigation."
Will glared at him. Something unspoken passed between the two men—something old, heavy with secrets. Finally, Will said coldly,
"Fine. Do your job. But stay within your limits."
Josh didn't back down. He closed his notebook and said darkly,
"I'll find the truth. One way or another."
As the police cars left, sirens fading into the night, one terrible question haunted the Harringtons:
Who was the man lying dead at their doorstep?
And more frighteningly—who wanted him dead?
The Harrington family somehow survived that terrible night, but the fear was still fresh. None of them could sleep properly. Sam kept tossing on his bed, his ears still ringing with the sound of the blast. Stuart lay quietly in his room, hugging Bruno, their dog, who also seemed restless. Kristina stayed awake most of the night, checking her sons again and again. Will Harrington, usually so strong, was seen smoking silently in the balcony.