The morning sun barely peeked through the curtains when an eerie sound jolted me awake. It was coming from my daughter’s room—soft whispers mixed with something… unnatural. My heart pounded as I rushed down the hall, my mind racing with worst-case scenarios.
I had found them—two abandoned twins—alone in the woods the night before. They were cold, frightened, and silent the entire ride home. I couldn’t just leave them there, so I brought them in, gave them warm clothes, and let them sleep in the guest room. I had planned to contact the authorities in the morning.
But now, standing at my daughter’s doorway, I felt something was terribly wrong.
As I pushed open the door, the sight before me nearly brought me to tears. My daughter sat frozen on her bed, her wide eyes filled with fear. The twins stood before her, their small hands clasped together, whispering in a language I couldn’t understand. Their voices were in perfect unison—too perfect.
Then, as if sensing my presence, they turned their heads toward me simultaneously. Their pale faces, once innocent and frightened, now held something else entirely. A knowing look. A silent message.
My breath caught in my throat as one of them smiled—just slightly.
“Mommy,” my daughter finally whispered, barely able to form the words. “They said… they’re not alone.”
A chill ran down my spine. And at that moment, I knew—bringing them home was a mistake.
