she thought it was just another cleaning
work but when she received an offer to
work at P Diddy's house something inside
her said something was wrong the payment
10 times more than normal the only
condition be silent and not ask
questions but when he noticed the a jar
door inside the magn Nat's room
curiosity spoke louder what she found
inside that closet has changed her life
forever strange masks notebooks with
disturbing symbols mysterious vials and
a label VHS tape
that's when she realized someone knew
she had seen it and then came the final
warning never come back find out now
what really happens at P Diddy's house
her report starts like this if I could
go back in time I would have refused
that offer having answered that
connection was the biggest mistake of my
life that day I was just trying to
survive as I always did I work with
cleaning for years going from house to
house doing my service and leaving
without without looking back I never
carried out who the owners of the houses
were Rich famous powerful for me they
were all the same but that offer was
different my phone rang in the middle of
the afternoon the voice on the other
side was firm without emotion a man who
did not introduce himself did not ask
how I was and did not seem to care about
anything but the reason for the
connection are you available for special
work we pay 10 times more than your
usual rate my my first reaction was to
think it was a blow but the way he spoke
so straight so calculated it made me
hesitate the customer is very discreet
he continued you can't ask questions you
can't talk to him you can't look
straight at him just go in clean and
skirt by now I should have turned off
but my reality did not allow me this
luxury I was bogged down in late
accounts and that money seemed the
solution to all my problems so against
all the Instinct of my body I accept it
he gave me an address and said a car
would come to pick me up the next
morning no take a bus or call a taxi
they would take me there themselves when
I hung up I felt a weight on my chest
something didn't seem right and I must
have trusted this feeling I didn't know
yet but by accepting that work I was
opening the door to something I could
never forget something that would pursue
me for the rest of my life the next
morning a black car stopped in front of
my house
the driver did not say a word just
looked at me from the rear viw mirror
and waited for me to enter there was no
identification in the vehicle no
personalized sign nothing that called
attention just an expensive discreet and
armored car as if its only purpose were
to go unnoticed the route was long and
Silent as we walked away from the city
center I realized that we were going to
an isolated area where only the richest
and influential lived after almost an
hour the car stopped St in front of a
huge black gate without any visible
identification the driver typed a code
and the gates opened without any sound
revealing a long Private Road surrounded
by tall trees I could see cameras in all
directions hidden but clearly watching
each movement my stomach rolled that was
not just a house it was a fortress when
we finally arrived my eyes widened I was
in P Diddy's Mansion yes P Diddy the
music Tycoon the billionaire businessman
the man who seemed to be everywhere I
had heard about him my whole life I had
seen photos of the house in magazines
and social networks but live it was
different the Mansion was huge but did
not convey the feeling of a home the
design was Modern minimalist but cold
there was no warmth there there was no
life the heavy curtains covered the
windows blocking any natural light input
the silence was absolute when I got out
of the car a black man was waiting for
me at the door he didn't smile didn't
greet at me just looked at me for a few
seconds before saying with a dry voice
finish your work quickly do not touch
what was not requested and especially do
not open any locked door that last
sentence made my shivering skin but I
did that yes with my head and entered
the air inside the house was dense the
type of air that seems to weigh on you
I've worked in many rich people houses
but none of them gave me me the feeling
of prison the few employees I saw was
hurrying without looking at it no one
talked no one smiled they just did their
tasks such as robots programmed to exist
in silence I went straight to the
upstairs where I was told that I should
start my first destination was Diddy's
main forth the atmosphere was luxurious
but impersonal nothing was out of place
everything seemed meticulously organized
almost like a showroom not a real room
but it was then that I noticed something
the closet which should be closed was a
jar and a weak reddish light escaped
from inside him my heart hit hard I
shouldn't go there I knew that but
something in that door called me I knew
I shouldn't approach that door I was
there for a simple job clean and leave
but that closet a jar inside P Diddy's
room something in it didn't seem right
the reddish light that escaped through
the span was weak but enough to make me
feel a shiver up the back of the neck
the rest of the room was impeccable
almost artificial so perfect as if no
one actually lived there but the closet
the closet seemed to have its own
presence for a moment I hesitated if he
was a jar he meant someone had left this
way it could be a mistake a
forgetfulness or a warning I took a deep
breath and pushed the door opening it
slowly what I saw on the other side made
my stomach turn P Diddy's closet was not
a simple cabinet for designer clothing
and accessories it was an isolated space
like a personal Sanctuary the walls were
covered by glass shelves organized with
millimeter accuracy but instead of
branded clothes or shoes what was there
were objects that should never be in
possession of someone the air inside was
different heavy dense I smelled strange
something between incense and rusty
metal the floor was dark wood and every
step step I took seemed to amplify the
feeling that I shouldn't be there it was
then that my eyes landed on the objects
arranged meticulously and my heart
almost stopped it was a disturbing
collection full of items that I could
not understand completely but that
instinctively knew they did not belong
to a common place my hand began to sweat
I needed to get out of there but my body
refused to move because right before me
there were six things that should never
be hidden within the closet of such a
powerful man
it was at this moment that I realized
that I had made a terrible mistake I saw
something I shouldn't have seen I wanted
to believe I was imagining things that
my mind was exaggerating that none of it
was as strange as it seemed but the more
my eyes ran that closet the more I felt
I was facing something that should never
have been seen P Diddy's Mansion was
immense luxurious full of riches but
there in that space hidden inside her
own room what I found was dark secret
secet maob one strange leather and metal
masks in one of the shelves I saw at
least five masks each more disturbing
than the other some were entirely black
leather with metal claws and short
chains on the sides others had carved
symbols strange marks I had never seen
before but what really shivered me was
realizing that they were spent used
second Polaroid photos scattered on a
small table a lot of of Polaroid photos
was thrown without very careful I took
one hesitant what I saw in it made my
stomach turn they were images of parties
but they were not normal parties people
wearing masks some holding drinks some
just looking at the camera with strange
Expressions but some photos were even
worse I saw faces of people who seemed
uncomfortable scared third old notebooks
with bizarre notes next to the photos
were three age leather notebooks
I quickly leaned one of them my heart
froze names dates strange symbols
repeated on several Pages some words
were in Latin others were just
disturbing scribbles one of the names
seemed familiar would it be someone
famous Fourth glass vials with dark
liquid one of the highest shelves
displayed small glass vials accurately
organized the liquid inside them was
thick dark almost black I took one and
turned into the light trying to
understand what it was that's when I saw
a detail that made me drop the bottle at
the same time each bottle had a label
and on the label a name five a VHS tape
without label in the corner of the Shelf
next to an ancient VCR there was a VHS
tape unlike other objects she seemed
displaced as if she had been left in a
hurry what had recorded there why did
such a powerful man still keep a VHS
tape in the 21st
century six an impeccable children's
suit at the bottom of the closet hanging
alone in a hanger there was a small
black suit he looked new well cared for
bent perfectly in the pocket there was
something my heart beat hard when I
pulled what it seemed to be a piece of
paper it was an old photo a child and a
man both of serious expression looking
straight at the camera I froze that
photo looked wrong the eye of that child
there was something there that made me
feel a knot in my throat it was at this
moment that I realized I needed to get
out of there now but before I could take
a step back a sound made me freeze steps
someone was coming my muscles crashed
the steps were getting closer and closer
slow firm someone was standing across
the door I couldn't breathe proper
properly my heart beat so hard that it
seemed to echo through the closet did
they have cameras there did anyone see
me stirring things I tried to think fast
I put Polaroid back in place pushed the
VHS tape where I was and closed the
notebook with the names everything
needed to look untouched my whole body
wanted to run from there but my legs
were heavy the bedroom door slightly
ranged and by a crack I saw a shadow
projected on the floor someone was
watching me at that moment I realized
that it was not just about what I had
seen it was about what that meant I was
inside P Diddy's house and that Mansion
was not just the home of a music Tycoon
it was a place of secrets secrets that I
should not have discovered I took a deep
breath and trying to look as natural as
possible left the closet and went back
to work I grabbed a duty and started
cleaning any table as if I had never
left my whole body trembled but I needed
to keep calm it was then that the
bedroom door opened completely one of
Diddy's security guards entered black
suit sunglasses neutral expression but
his eyes were nailed to me he stayed
there standing as if he was expecting
something did he know was he just
waiting for me to confess finish soon
and leave his voice was firm without
emotion I shook my head and kept
cleaning trying to hide the fear he
watched me for a few more seconds then
turned his back and left it was only
when the door closed behind him that I
allowed me to breathe I needed to get
out of there as soon as possible I
accelerated my work and in record time I
finished what they asked for I took my
materials and went down the stairs
without looking around the silence in
the house seemed even heavier now when I
arrived at the entrance hall one of
Diddy's assistants was waiting for me he
held a thick envelope of money and
extended to me without saying a word I
took the envelope with trembling hands
but when I turned to leave I realized
that there was something more inside him
a small double ticket my finger sweated
when I opened it three words short
direct threatening never come back I
left that house feeling an unbearable
weight on my shoulders the morning air
seemed different colder heavier as if
somehow I had crossed an invisible limit
within that Mansion the driver who
brought me was still there standing next
to the black car he opened the door
without saying anything without even
looking into my eyes I got into the car
and the trip back started the way was
silent I held the envelope on my lap my
finger squeezing the paper so hard that
he even need it I didn't want to open it
I didn't want to look at that note again
but the truth is that I didn't need to
the words were recorded in my mind never
come back that was not a request it was
an order
when I was finally left close to home I
got out of the car without looking back
I wanted to forget everything I wanted
to pretend that work never happened but
the problem was that I knew I knew what
I saw and the worst of all maybe that
wasn't even the worst part of that house
in the following days I tried to follow
my routine but something inside me had
changed every time I turned on the TV I
saw Diddy's face the same expression the
same smile and Gala events always
surrounded by powerful people as if
nothing in his life was wrong as if
those Secrets within your home did not
exist or maybe existed maybe everyone
knew but simply chose not to see since
then I carry with me a fear that I can't
explain I never told the story to anyone
I never tried to find out what I saw in
that closet but sometimes late at night
according to no reason and I'm sure
something is still watching me something
I brought with me from that house
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