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Andrew found himself confronted with another mysterious mystery – a mystery that was much closer to home.

One day, when the sun sank below the horizon and the stars began to twinkle overhead, Andrew’s beloved girlfriend, Barbara, approached him with a worried expression on her face.

– Andrew, – she began, her voice trembling with excitement,

– I have to tell you something. It’s about my husband.

Andrew’s heart skipped a beat as he listened intently, thousands of questions running through his head.

– He… he’s gone, – Barbara continued, her words coming out in a hurry.

– One day he just got out of bed, got into his car and drove off into the night. No one else saw him. It was as if he had disappeared into thin air.

A chill ran down Andrew’s spine as he considered Barbara’s words. Could it be true? Could her husband have been a victim of the same sinister forces that took Michelle away?

And then, like a lightning bolt, a thought struck him

– Samantha. Is it possible that a red-haired witch was behind all this? That she had used her dark magic on Barbara’s husband, luring him into the night with her bewitching charms?

With furrowed brows and a determined gleam in his eyes, Andrew vowed to reveal the truth. For he knew that he would not rest until he solved the mystery of his missing husband and put an end to Samantha’s reign of terror once and for all.