I dont even know where to start but the thought of not sharing my experience would drive me crazy. I was a domestic worker in a very huge house that belongs to a man who owned busses. He had long distance buses and short distance buses.
He was a very kind man who spoke very softly. He was not married and didn't have any kids of his own. Just step children from his many ex girlfriends. The man didn't have his m@nhood.
Apparently he gave it up for success and money. In that big house there was a passage that led to three rooms I was told to never go to. I was forbidden from going anywhere near the passage.
When he was away on business trip he would ask me to go and leave the food where the passage begins. The passage was dark, no lights at all. He asked me to wear a doek and take off my shoes whenever i put the food.
I was told to get a black plastic from the basement and put it where i am told to. I've never seen the put i was always told that it's food. He once told me that very dangerous dogs lives there and he lets them out only at night to protect him and his property.
He had those big deep freezers in the basement where he kept food for the "dogs". Funny thing is the dogs never bark. They were always so quite and well behaved. Sometimes i would hear baby crying sounds then a man crying from those rooms.
When i told the man of that house he said there's a big tv in there so he trains the dogs with such videos. When putting the food there whenever i was ordered to, my hair would always cringe. Deep down i knew something wasn't right but i kept quiet because i was earning a very good salary that I'd never get anywhere else.
One day during the day as i was cleaning i heard people laughing from the passage. Mind you, i was alone. Then my phone rang and snapped me out of the situation at hand. I was asked to go put the dog food where i always do immediately.
I was worried about the sudden rush so i went. When i got bacl from the freezer i decided to open the plastic befrore putting it down. The dog food were always so scary. When i opened it i was shocked to see a hand, human hand. I froze right away, then i heard a door sound slowly opening from there and i dropped the plastic and ran out.
I just couldn't go back inside the house anymore. I called the garden man to escort me inside but i didn't tell him anything. I grabbed my hand bag and left.
I then texted the man that i was urgently asked to come home because my mom colapsed. I never went back to that house. He kept on checking on me and i eventualy told him to get a new house help because i needed to stay home to take care of my mom.
He then said "(my name) you talk you die" and hung up. I've never heard from him since that day and I've never spoken until lately when i heard that he has been arrested for body parts found at his house.
I still ask myself even today if he bought those body parts or he mutilated those people himself. He was a soft spoken and really sweet guy that i don't see how he could be capable of such.
I have learned to never underestimate anyone and to never judge a book by it's cover. The cover was beautiful but the papers were damaged.
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