She had opened her eyes, nothing visible but pure darkness. She was not alarmed, nor panicked. She even smiled a bit.
Her name was Candy. She was a seven year old girl, almost eight years old. She turned to her side and shook her twin sister. "Cind!" She whispered. Her sister had done the same. They both got out of bed, holding hands as they did so, and casually walked past their sleeping, drunken mother on the couch.
The twins always snuck out around 3AM and were always back at the house before 4 o'clock. In the year 1974, everyone was very religious and usually didn't go out, especially during Witching Hour or Devils Hour. But the twins, they felt like it was an opportunity to find their father, as their mother said "Ah, the bastards probably dead." And they believed her. They wanted to meet their father, and so they searched, calling out for him.
This wasn't good for their neighbors, though. They were frightened of the twins and often called their mother saying to banish the kids at once. She declined every time, spitting curses at them and screaming that there was nothing wrong with her children.
She liked to think that. Even her own children scared her at times, they never separated. If someone dared to try to, such as a teacher, they will stare at them, watch their every movement and do nothing unless it's together.
It may not sound bad, but having two identical children glare at you, judging your every move silently, it will cause you to stutter, to stumble and fall, you'll feel the hair on your neck stand up and it'll drive your sanity out the window. They'll laugh and snicker as you put them together eagerly like the last part of a puzzle.
Almost everyone was intimidated by them. They weren't mean or anything, just unusual. Unusually.. Cheerful. They were always smiling and giggling. They were so nice it was..
Sickening.
Maddening.
Some people were determined to make them cry just once. Grown adults tried to beat them, some even try to hold them at knifepoint. But they kept on smiling. Challenging them, screaming "do it" together.
Some even report them changing while they tried to break them. Skin falling apart, hair falling out, as well as their eyes turning pitch black. People kept trying to see for themselves, and they all pay the price.
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She Was Just A Little Girl
HorrorThe Ali twins were always the strangest, not many people could stand how sweet they were. It was somewhat maddening. People had tried hitting them, killing them even. Their father had left them, and their older brother had committed suicide. Nothing...
