MY ROOMMATE HAS GONE MISSING AFTER DATING A DODGY RICH MAN

MY ROOMMATE HAS GONE MISSING AFTER DATING A DODGY RICH MAN

My name is withheld. I want to stay anonymous. I am Thandi’s flatmate. Thandi was young, beautiful, and everyone called her a slay queen. She loved the nightlife, designer clothes, and being noticed. She hated tattoos, always said they were not her style.

One Friday night, she went to a big club in Johannesburg. That’s where she met him—a tall, rich man, dressed in a crisp suit, with a confident smile. He seemed charming, generous, and full of attention. She came home that night glowing, talking about how he made her feel special.

Soon after meeting him, things became strange. Thandi, who hated tattoos, got one of an eye on her bum—something she would never have done before. She started losing weight rapidly, her once-bright personality turning darker, quieter, almost like something was draining her life away. She also began wearing a single black bead around her neck, saying nothing about why. It looked ominous, out of place, but she refused to talk about it.

Then, one night, she left to see him again—and she never returned. Since that night, she has been missing. The man is still seen around town, smiling, attending parties, but whenever anyone asks him about Thandi, he claims not to know where she is.

After she disappeared, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I started noticing strange things in the flat she left behind—her perfume lingering long after it should have faded, her shoes neatly placed as if she had just stepped out, and that black bead lying on the dresser. It was the same bead she had started wearing, now alone, looking heavier than it should.

Thandi’s family is desperate. Her parents call me almost every day, asking if I know anything. Her mother has become very ill since Thandi disappeared. She barely eats, constantly worries, and cries every night. Her father tries to stay strong, but I can see the fear in his eyes.

I feel guilty, helpless, but I also feel something dark following me. I started noticing more signs—shadows moving at the edge of my vision, doors opening by themselves, and the black bead that Thandi left behind sometimes appearing in strange places.

One evening, I heard from a neighbor that he—the rich man—was known to visit many abandoned buildings at the outskirts of town. No one goes near them, and there are whispers about rituals, dark powers, and women who disappear after meeting him.

I live every day with the memory of Thandi and the shadow of her absence. I don’t know where she is, or if she is safe. But I know one thing—something dark is at work, and it is not finished yet.