My Family Hired a Streamer To Uncover My “Fake” Death Novel – Three years after my death—sealed beneath the ceiling—my so-called family finally bothered to uncover the truth. But not for closure. No, they hired a ghost-hunting livestreamer to “expose” my so-called faked death to the world. The stream went live, and there they were—my mother clinging to Grace Scott, the girl who’d replaced me like I was nothing, sobbing dramatically while calling me a heartless, conniving brat.
My brother didn’t even try to hide his disgust. “Even when she was around, she’d always mess with Grace. Now she’s pulling this death stunt just to get back at us. She’s not my sister—she’s a monster.” And my dad? He didn’t hold back either. “If she really is dead, good riddance. But if she’s alive—Logan, smash her face in.” Their hate was sharp enough to slice through bone. If I was alive, I was their shame—so maybe it was better that I died.
And honestly? I was curious. If they saw my real body, would they even blink? Would they feel a single drop of guilt? Late at night, in front of a rotting building, the streamer showed up, flashlight in hand and a camera strapped to his head. “What’s up, guys!” he greeted his fans with a grin. “Logan Pierce here—your favorite Superstition Buster. Tonight, we’re exploring a haunted mansion that’s gone viral over the last three years.
Legend says a rich girl named Aurora Scott got disowned and tossed herself into a well. Ever since, the place has been cursed.” “Yesterday, her lovely family hit me up, asking for help. So here we are, diving into the mystery behind the so-called murder mansion.” The yard was choked with weeds. In the distance, swans cried beneath the moonlight, their sounds eerie against the stillness.