Chapter 6: The Voice of the Past

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The AI I Programmed Claimed My Body Was Sealed Behind My Bedroom Wall — Then My Son-In-Law Handed Me An Eviction Notice

Chapter 1: The Voice in the Plaster

Chapter 2: The Handless Shadow

Chapter 3: The Corrupt Appraiser

Chapter 4: The Injected Code

Chapter 5: The Financial Abyss

Chapter 6: The Voice of the Past

Chapter 7: The Forgotten Diary

Chapter 8: The Fractured Mind

Chapter 9: The Forged Power of Attorney

Chapter 10: The Extortionist’s Turn

Chapter 11: The Matriarch’s Ledger

Chapter 12: The Desperate Shield

Chapter 13: The Empty House

Chapter 14: Climax: Private Confrontation

Chapter 15: Immediate Aftermath: The Broken Victory

Chapter 16: Resolution / Epilogue: A Long Time Later

A few days later, Arthur drove to a small cottage nestled at the edge of the Kincaid estate. Great-Aunt Beatrice, 84 years old, sat in her sunroom, a shawl draped over her frail shoulders. Her eyes, however, were sharp and clear.

“Arthur,” she rasped, her voice dry like rustling leaves. “I heard about the wall. And the… discovery.”

She gestured for him to sit. The air smelled of lavender and old paper.

“Eleanor was my niece,” Beatrice said, her gaze drifting to the garden. “And Thomas… he was a wild one. Always at odds with everyone.”

Her fingers trembled as she picked up a porcelain teacup. “I saw her, Arthur. Your late wife. In November 1994.”

Arthur leaned forward, every muscle tensed. “Saw what, Beatrice?”

“She had workmen here, late at night,” Beatrice continued, her voice gaining a surprising strength. “They brought in bags of plaster, wood, tools. They were building something in the master bedroom.”

A tremor ran through her. “A partition. A secret wall. She paid them in cash, made them sign non-disclosure agreements. Said it was for a ‘special art installation.'”

Arthur’s mind raced back to the skeleton, the dates, the missing hand. Eleanor had sealed his brother’s body inside their home.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Arthur asked, the words raw.

Beatrice slowly turned her gaze to him. “To protect the family, Arthur. The Kincaid name. Eleanor… she was fiercely protective of our legacy. What she did, she did for us.”

She wrung her hands. “But Julian… he’s destroying everything. Tearing us apart with his greed. I can’t stand by anymore. The truth… it has to come out, no matter how ugly.”

Beatrice coughed, a dry, rattling sound. “She told me… she told me Thomas was gone. That he would never bother us again. And then she sealed the wall.”

Her confession hung in the air, a chilling echo from three decades past. The Kincaid legacy, the family Arthur married into, was built on a foundation of bone and dark secrets.

The AI I Programmed Claimed My Body Was Sealed Behind My Bedroom Wall — Then My Son-In-Law Handed Me An Eviction Notice

Chapter 5: The Financial Abyss Chapter 7: The Forgotten Diary

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