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The old man rose, a smile stretching his weary face. Overnight, he’d finished his work, The house was a chaotic mess, like a bird’s tangled nest. Amid the clutter, he spotted the phone on a small table. Calling the family, he asked them to return home. After the call, he brewed coffee and rested on the veranda, awaiting the family return. Mark and his family were thrilled to hear that their house was now free of ghosts. Excited, Mark woke Jason and asked Rozy to hurry so they could return home. They went a nearby restaurant for breakfast first. The weather was surprisingly pleasant: clear skies and sunshine. After their meal, they took a taxi with their luggage, eager to see their home. As they neared, however, they were dismayed to see the area in disarray. Through the taxi window, they saw fallen trees and debris scattered across the road. The storm from the previous day had left its mark. The taxi stopped at the main road. They took their luggage and walked to their home. Upon arrival, they saw the old man on the veranda, slumped in a worn-out chair, a cup beside him. Mark gently knocked on his hand to wake him. Blinking awake, the old man recounted the previous night’s battle with a devil. He described the intense struggle and the chaos it had wrought—trees toppled, the house in disarray. Yet now, the wind had ceased, and the weather was calm. They nodded in agreement. Then they went inside the house. Jason shouted for his father. “Dad, see,  everything’s broken!” Mark sighed. “Yeah, it’s all broken.” Rozy, though sad, but she smiled. “It’s okay; we’re safe from the devil now.” they show, The living room lay in ruins, furniture scattered. Mark inhaled deeply, resolved. “we should rebuild the house,” he said, thanking the old man.