I MARRIED A WIDOWER WITH A SMALL SON – ONE DAY, THE BOY TOLD ME THAT HIS REAL MOM STILL LIVES IN OUR HOUSE

The antique clock in the hallway chimed six times, its resonant tones echoing through the quiet house. I knelt on the living room carpet, building a precarious tower of blocks with Lucas, my five-year-old stepson. He giggled, his small hands clumsily placing a wobbly blue block atop the structure.

“Careful, Lucas,” I cautioned, “it’s going to fall!”

He squealed with delight as the tower swayed, then crashed to the ground. But his laughter died abruptly, replaced by a wide-eyed stare directed towards the hallway.

“Mom says you shouldn’t touch her things,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

A shiver ran down my spine. “What do you mean, sweetie?” I asked, my voice trembling slightly.

He pointed towards the hallway, his eyes fixed on something I couldn’t see. “Mom says she doesn’t like it when you move her picture.”

My heart pounded in my chest. “Lucas,” I said, forcing a smile, “your mom… she’s not here anymore, remember?”

He shook his head, his expression serious. “No, she is. She’s right there.”

I followed his gaze, my eyes scanning the empty hallway. There was nothing there, just the familiar antique furniture and the framed photographs on the wall. Yet, Lucas’s words echoed in my mind, fueling a growing unease that had been plaguing me for weeks.

It had started with a simple whisper, a chilling confession as I tucked him into bed one night. “My real mom still lives here,” he had said, his voice barely a breath.

I had dismissed it as a child’s overactive imagination, a way of coping with the loss of his mother. But then, strange things started happening. Lucas’s toys, meticulously tidied away, would reappear in the middle of the living room floor. Kitchen cabinets, carefully organized, would be found rearranged overnight. And the photograph of Ben’s late wife, Mary, which I had moved to a less prominent spot, kept returning to its original place on the mantelpiece, perfectly dusted.

I had tried to rationalize it, to attribute it to forgetfulness or coincidence. But the incidents grew more frequent, more unsettling. And Ben, my husband, seemed oblivious, or perhaps, deliberately blind to it all.

“Ben,” I had said one evening, my voice trembling, “have you noticed anything… strange happening around the house?”

He had looked at me, his brow furrowed. “Strange? Like what?”

I hesitated, unsure how to articulate the growing sense of unease that had taken root in my heart. “I don’t know… things moving, things changing…”

He had chuckled, dismissing my concerns with a wave of his hand. “You’re just tired, darling. It’s been a stressful few weeks.”

But I wasn’t tired. I was terrified.

Now, as I looked at Lucas, his eyes wide with conviction, I knew I couldn’t ignore it any longer. Something was happening in this house, something I couldn’t explain.

“Lucas,” I said, my voice gentle, “can you tell me more about your mom? What does she look like?”

He tilted his head, his brow furrowed in thought. “She’s very pretty,” he said. “She has long hair, like you. And she wears a white dress.”

My blood ran cold. The description matched the woman in the photograph, the woman whose presence seemed to linger in every corner of this house.

“And what does she say to you?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

Lucas looked at me, his eyes filled with a chilling seriousness. “She says she’s not happy,” he whispered. “She says you’re trying to take her place.”

A wave of fear washed over me, so intense it almost brought me to my knees. I looked around the room, the familiar furniture suddenly seeming menacing, the shadows deepening in the corners. I felt a presence, a cold, unseen gaze fixed upon me.

I had married a widower, a man I loved deeply, a man who had welcomed me into his life and his home. But I had also married into a house haunted by the past, a house where the presence of his late wife lingered, a house where I was not welcome.

Jennifer Lopez Slammed for “Rude” Response to a Guest’s Question on the Red Carpet

Social media is buzzing with criticism for Jennifer Lopez’s “rude” behavior toward a Met Gala guest, as seen in a viral video shared on Instagram and TikTok.

At the Met Gala, J. Lo, 54, caused a stir with her short response to a red carpet reporter. The event made headlines for other reasons too, like a salmon farming tycoon stealing the spotlight and Kim Kardashian getting flak for wearing a cardigan.

With the dress code themed around “The Garden of Time” and the exhibition titled “Sleeping Beauties: Reawakening Fashion,” there was a lot of room for creativity among fashion designers dressing celebrities. People were eager to see what everyone would wear.

As Lopez made her way up the iconic Met Gala red carpet, adorned in a breathtaking silver gown that seemed to carry its own weight, she found herself approached by Anika Reed, a senior editor from USA Today. With the buzz of cameras and the anticipation of the night filling the air, Reed asked the simple yet essential question: “Who are you wearing tonight?”

J. Lo’s response was brief, almost dismissive: “Schiaparelli.” With a quick once-over glance, she seemed to size up Reed before moving on, her attention drifting away without much fanfare. Reed, keen to capture every moment of the star-studded event, recorded the exchange, later sharing it on social media with the caption: “#metgala co-chair @jlo briefly told me about her look for the night: @schiaparelli ✨.”

Many social media users didn’t hold back their disappointment in Lopez’s treatment of Reed, taking to various online platforms to voice their disapproval. One Instagram user criticized her, “So rude,” while another condemned her behavior as “always mean” and “just unclassy.”

Another person had strong opinions on the matter, stating, “She didn’t even bother to look at the poor woman”, or, “Why is she giving mean girl vibes?”.

While some admired Lopez’s attire, there was clear disdain for her personality, as one user remarked, “The dress is incredible, the person wearing it not so much.” The incident sparked a flurry of commentary, revealing the public’s mixed feelings towards the celebrity.

Despite the criticism, it was surprising to many that the dress worn by J. Lo had taken more than 800 hours to be made.

Preview photo credit heyitsanika / Instagramjlo / Instagram

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