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3 True Horror Stories That Will Leave You Paralyzed with Terror · True Horror Stories

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  Speaker 1: When I was thirteen, my life was shattered.
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  Speaker 2: My dad died in a car accident, and just months later,
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  Speaker 2: my mom lost her long battle with cancer. In the
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  Speaker 2: blink of an eye, I was alone. The state decided
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  Speaker 2: I was too young to take care of myself, so
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  Speaker 2: they sent me to a foster home, an old mansion
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  Speaker 2: tucked away in a hilly forest. It was a place
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  Speaker 2: where I thought I could maybe find some peace, but
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  Speaker 2: instead I saw something much darker. The mansion looked like
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  Speaker 2: something out of an old movie, tall with creaky floors
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  Speaker 2: and surrounded by thick, dark trees. Missus Damsel, who ran
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  Speaker 2: the place, was the foster mother and teacher for all kids.
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  Speaker 2: Ten other kids were living there, but they were off.
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  Speaker 2: They barely talked, moved around like robots, and ate candy
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  Speaker 2: like it was the only food they'd ever known, not
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  Speaker 2: just the occasional piece. I'm talking bulls and bowls of
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  Speaker 2: the stuff for every snack. Missus Damsel had a few
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  Speaker 2: servants who helped her keys the place running, but one
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  Speaker 2: of them, Carl, stood out like a sore thumb. It
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  Speaker 2: was this creepy fifty year old guy who had no
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  Speaker 2: business being around kids. He never knocked before entering our rooms,
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  Speaker 2: and he had this unsettling habit of watching us during meals,
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  Speaker 2: his eyes lingering a little too long. I couldn't put
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  Speaker 2: my finger on it, but something wasn't right about the
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  Speaker 2: way Carl interacted with us. He'd pop up out of nowhere,
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  Speaker 2: scaring us in the halls, and he always seemed to
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  Speaker 2: know what we were doing, even when we were supposed
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  Speaker 2: to be alone. The other kids didn't seem to notice,
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  Speaker 2: or if they did, they didn't care. They were too
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  Speaker 2: wrapped up in those damn candies. One night, I woke
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  Speaker 2: up to the sound of muffled crying. I crept out
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  Speaker 2: of bed and followed the noises to Luna's room. Luna
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  Speaker 2: was one of the quieter kids, always keeping to herself.
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  Speaker 2: When I peeked through the crack in her door, I
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  Speaker 2: saw Carl standing over her, whispering something. Luna was shaking,
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  Speaker 2: tears streaming down her face. Please not that again.
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  Speaker 1: I don't want to do this.
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  Speaker 2: If you don't do what I say, you'll never get
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  Speaker 2: the magic candies again, Carl hissed. Luna's sobs grew louder,
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  Speaker 2: but she nodded, clearly terrified. I felt a chill run
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  Speaker 2: down my spine. Something was seriously wrong. The next day
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  Speaker 2: I started keeping an eye on Carl, trying to figure
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  Speaker 2: out what he was up to.
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  Speaker 1: It didn't take long to piece things together.
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  Speaker 2: I noticed how the kids seemed to almost worship the candy,
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  Speaker 2: how they do almost anything for it, even things that
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  Speaker 2: made no sense, like cleaning Carl's shoes or giving him
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  Speaker 2: back rubs. One evening, I followed Carl to the pantry
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  Speaker 2: where he kept the candy. I waited until he left,
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  Speaker 2: and then snuck in. That's when I found it, A
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  Speaker 2: stash of pills hid behind the jars of sweets. Carl
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  Speaker 2: was drugging us through the candies, getting us hooked, and
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  Speaker 2: when the addiction got bad enough to control us, to
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  Speaker 2: make us do disgusting things for him. The realization hit
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  Speaker 2: me like a punch to the gut. Carl was a peto,
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  Speaker 2: and missus Damsel knew it. She was too scared to
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  Speaker 2: do anything about it, so she let it continue. I
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  Speaker 2: was furious, terrified, and most of all, determined to stop him.
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  Speaker 1: That night, I gathered the other kids.
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  Speaker 2: They were confused at first, their eyes glazed over from
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  Speaker 2: the candy, but I showed them the pills and told
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  Speaker 2: them what Karl had been doing. Slowly, the realization dawned
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  Speaker 2: on them too. The fear turned to anger. When Carl
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  Speaker 2: came into the room, he didn't see it coming. We
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  Speaker 2: all jumped on him, hitting, kicking, and doing anything to
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  Speaker 2: make him stop. He screamed, but we didn't stop until
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  Speaker 2: missus Damsel rushed in. Horrified by the scene. For the
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  Speaker 2: first time, she did the right thing. She called the cops.
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  Speaker 2: Carl was arrested that night. The mansion shut down soon after.
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  Speaker 2: We were all sent to a hospital for six months
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  Speaker 2: to get cleaned and to try to forget the horrors
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  Speaker 2: we'd lived through. It wasn't easy. Some of the kids
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  Speaker 2: took longer than others, but we all made it through.
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  Speaker 2: Now I'm grown, I've moved on, or at least tried to.
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  Speaker 2: But every year on my birthday, I get cards and
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  Speaker 2: gifts from the kids who were at the mansion with me,
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  Speaker 2: from my friends, because that's what they became, friends whose
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  Speaker 2: lives I saved and who in a way saved mine too.
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  Speaker 2: Life goes on, but those memories never really leave you.
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  Speaker 2: Every time I see a piece of candy, I remember
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  Speaker 2: what happened in that old mansion up in the hills,
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  Speaker 2: and every time I get one of those cards in
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  Speaker 2: the mail, I know that we all made it out.
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  Speaker 2: We survived, and that's what matters. I was just eleven
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  Speaker 2: when I first arrived at the Johnson's house. I thought
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  Speaker 2: I'd finally found a real family. The house was perfect,
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  Speaker 2: something out of a magazine, white picket fence, flowers lining
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  Speaker 2: the walkway, and a port swing. Missus Johnson was always smiling,
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  Speaker 2: and mister Johnson was the kind of man who patted
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  Speaker 2: your head when you did well in school. I had
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  Speaker 2: heard that they had helped four kids before me, including Jewels,
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  Speaker 2: with whom I had briefly shared a home with earlier.
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  Speaker 2: I was finally safe. We'd have family dinners every night,
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  Speaker 2: with mister Johnson carving the roast while Missus Johnson asked
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  Speaker 2: me about school. They even gave me my own room.
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  Speaker 2: It was more than I'd ever had before. But then
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  Speaker 2: the strange woman started coming. It was always the same.
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  Speaker 2: The doorbell would ring and Missus Johnson's smile would tighten
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  Speaker 2: just a little. They never let me see her, not
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  Speaker 2: at first. They'd shut the door behind them, and all
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  Speaker 2: I'd hear was their muffled voices. The first time I
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  Speaker 2: saw her was by accident. I'd forgotten my math book downstairs,
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  Speaker 2: and it'd snuck out of bed to get it. I
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  Speaker 2: peeked around the corner just in time to see her
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  Speaker 2: being led to a small broom cupboard under the stairs.
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  Speaker 2: She was Chinese, maybe in her late thirties, with long
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  Speaker 2: black hair. But weirdly, the Johnson's locked the cupboard from outside.
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  Speaker 1: Why is that woman locked up in the room.
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  Speaker 2: Missus Johnson's smile was back in place by the time
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  Speaker 2: she answered, She's just a friend who needs some cleaning supplies.
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  Speaker 1: Don't worry, honey, I'll back to your room.
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  Speaker 2: I didn't believe her. Something about the way she said
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  Speaker 2: it made my skin crawl. The visits became more frequent.
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  Speaker 2: Every few days, the woman would show up, and each
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  Speaker 2: time the Johnsons would lock her away in the cupboard
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  Speaker 2: for a few hours. It wasn't just that, though, I
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  Speaker 2: started noticing other things, little things that didn't add up.
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  Speaker 2: Mister Johnson would disappear late at night, only to return
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  Speaker 2: with dirt on his shoes and clothes. Missus Johnson would
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  Speaker 2: get phone calls, and after hanging up, she'd look worried.
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  Speaker 2: One night, I overheard them arguing in the kitchen.
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  Speaker 1: She's getting suspicious. We can't keep this up much longer.
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  Speaker 1: She's just a child. She doesn't understand. It's too late
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  Speaker 1: to back out. Now, we need to see it through.
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  Speaker 2: I didn't know what they were talking about, but I
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  Speaker 2: knew it wasn't good.
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  Speaker 1: Then one night I found the pictures.
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  Speaker 2: I went to mister Johnson's home office to get a
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  Speaker 2: stapler for my school project when I knocked over a
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  Speaker 2: stack of papers on his desk. As I picked them up,
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  Speaker 2: a few photos slid out from underneath. They were of children,
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  Speaker 2: boys and girls around my age are younger.
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  Speaker 1: Some of them were tied up.
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  Speaker 2: My hands shook as I shoved the photos back into
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  Speaker 2: the pile, but not before I saw the last one.
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  Speaker 2: It was of a Chinese woman sitting in the same
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  Speaker 2: broom cupboard that they always locked her in, Only this
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  Speaker 2: time she wasn't alone. There was a little girl with her,
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  Speaker 2: and I recognized her instantly, Jewels.
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  Speaker 1: I knew then that something was terribly off.
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  Speaker 2: The next day, Missus Johnson told me to go clean
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  Speaker 2: the broom cupboard. I didn't think anything of it until
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  Speaker 2: I stepped inside and the door slam shut behind me.
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  Speaker 2: I heard the lock click and I was plunged into darkness.
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  Speaker 1: Please, but no one came.
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  Speaker 2: I don't know how long I was in there, but
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  Speaker 2: it must have been two to three days. I screamed
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  Speaker 2: until my throat was raw, but they didn't care. They
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  Speaker 2: would just give me food and water once in a
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  Speaker 2: day and kept a bucket beside me for me to relieve.
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  Speaker 2: And then one night the door opened. To my horror,
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  Speaker 2: it was the same mysterious Chinese woman. She didn't say
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  Speaker 2: a word, pulled out a marker and wrote something in
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  Speaker 2: Chinese on my arms and neck before leaving.
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  Speaker 1: I had to think fast.
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  Speaker 2: There was nothing in the cupboard except for brooms, a mop,
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  Speaker 2: and a small toolbox.
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  Speaker 1: The toolbox it took few.
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  Speaker 2: Hours to pry the nails out of the wooden panels,
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  Speaker 2: but it loosened the lock on the door, which finally
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  Speaker 2: gave way. I crawled out, covered in sweat and dirt,
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  Speaker 2: and then ran for the neighbor's house. When they opened
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  Speaker 2: their door, I burst into tears and told them everything.
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  Speaker 2: The police came soon after, and over the next month
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  Speaker 2: a massive crackdown happened as the arrest of the Johnsons
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  Speaker 2: revealed a big human trafficking ring. They found the pictures,
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  Speaker 2: imprisoned the Chinese woman and her friends, and this scandal
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  Speaker 2: suddenly shook our small town. The Johnsons were arrested, but
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  Speaker 2: I still see their faces in my nightmares. I considered
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  Speaker 2: them close to my parents, not realizing that I was
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  Speaker 2: being groomed by them to be sold off. It's often
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  Speaker 2: the people with the warmest of smiles who have the
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  Speaker 2: darkest of hearts. When Jake and I were sent to
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  Speaker 2: live with missus Hawthorne, we were told it was a
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  Speaker 2: fresh start, chance to be part of a family again,
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  Speaker 2: to have a home in the countryside, where the air
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  Speaker 2: was clean and the nights were quiet. I wanted to
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  Speaker 2: believe that, but the moment we arrived, something felt wrong.
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  Speaker 2: Missus Hawthorne's house was old, leaning under the weight of decades,
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  Speaker 2: surrounded by thick woods. The air inside was stale and
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  Speaker 2: marred with creaking floorboards. Missus Hawthorne greeted us with a
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  Speaker 2: strange smile. She was supposed to be old, with silver
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  Speaker 2: hair pinned into a tight bonn and wrinkly arms, but
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  Speaker 2: her face looked young and radiant, as if she were thirty.
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  Speaker 2: There were three other children there which was odd since
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  Speaker 2: we were not told about them. They were quiet, their
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  Speaker 2: eyes downcast, moving like they were half asleep.
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  Speaker 1: Jake, do you think they're okay? They're just shy. Me.
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  Speaker 2: Uh, We'll be fine. But as the days passed, I
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  Speaker 2: wasn't so sure. The house itself seemed alive, with doors
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  Speaker 2: that creaked open on their own and shadows that slithered
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  Speaker 2: across the walls.
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  Speaker 1: At night, I'd.
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  Speaker 2: Hear strange noises coming from the attic, scratching, like something
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  Speaker 2: was trying to claw its way out. The other children
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  Speaker 2: never talked about it, never even seemed to notice. But
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  Speaker 2: when I pressed one of the boys, Oliver, about it,
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  Speaker 2: he just told me to not talk about it or
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  Speaker 2: the caregiver would know.
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  Speaker 1: I'm sure she can't hear us.
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  Speaker 2: That is when Oliver's face paled and he turned away,
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  Speaker 2: saying that the caregiver was not Missus Hawthorne.
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  Speaker 1: It was the first time.
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  Speaker 2: I heard about the caretaker, but it wouldn't be the last.
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  Speaker 2: The other kids whispered about it when they thought no
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  Speaker 2: one was listening, but I caught fragments of their conversations.
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  Speaker 2: They believed the caretaker lived in the attic, that it
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  Speaker 2: controlled Missus Hawthorne that it was the reason for all
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  Speaker 2: the strange things that happened there. Every night, Missus Hawthorne
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  Speaker 2: performed strange rituals. She'd like candles, dozens of them, and
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  Speaker 2: arranged them in a circle in the living room. She
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  Speaker 2: chant in a language I didn't understand, her voice, rising
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  Speaker 2: and falling like the wind through the trees. The first
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  Speaker 2: time I saw it, I was frozen. Her rituals grew
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  Speaker 2: more bizarre, her voice was more frantic. I rushed back, scared,
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  Speaker 2: but I noticed that the other children were suddenly getting weaker.
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  Speaker 2: They were pale, their eyes sunken, and they moved even
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  Speaker 2: slower than before. It was as if the life was
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  Speaker 2: being drained out of them. One day I found an
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  Speaker 2: old photograph. It was of Missus Hawthorne standing in front
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  Speaker 2: of the house, but something was off. The photo was
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  Speaker 2: dated nineteen fifty two, but Missus Hawthorne looked exactly the same,
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  Speaker 2: no wrinkles, no signs of aging, her skin still exactly
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  Speaker 2: the same. My heart raised as I realized that something
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  Speaker 2: strange was afoot. I looped in Jake, and that night
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  Speaker 2: we planned to see the attic. The candles were already
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  Speaker 2: lit and Missus Hawthorne in the middle of one of
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  Speaker 2: her rituals. Her chanting was louder, more frantic, and the
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  Speaker 2: house seemed to pulse with the dark energy. The shadows
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  Speaker 2: on the walls twisted and writhed, almost if they were alive.
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  Speaker 2: We waited until Missus Hawthorne was deep in her ritual,
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  Speaker 2: and then we snuck up. The attic door was locked,
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  Speaker 2: but we could hear something moving behind it. Jake was
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  Speaker 2: a god at breaking locks, and I gave him my hairpins.
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  Speaker 1: Jake, hurry, we need to do this before she notices.
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  Speaker 2: I'm trying me. I just keep watching, and then it
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  Speaker 2: came undone. We went inside amidst the darkness and the
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  Speaker 2: strange smell. Jake had brought a match, and as soon
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  Speaker 2: as he hid it, we saw a figure and the sparks.
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  Speaker 2: It wasn't human or an animal. It was easily over
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  Speaker 2: ten feet tall and had red eyes. Before we could
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  Speaker 2: even get out of the jolt, I realized that the
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  Speaker 2: smell was of gasoline, and before I could stop Jake
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  Speaker 2: he threw the almost burnt out stick on the floor
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  Speaker 2: to pull out a new one that was it. A
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  Speaker 2: terrifying blaze swept through the attic and in the middle,
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  Speaker 2: we saw the demonic figure wail. We turned to run,
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  Speaker 2: but Missus Hawthorne was already there, her eyes pitch black
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  Speaker 2: and her mouth twisted into a snarl. You think you
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  Speaker 2: can escape your mine? Jake pushed me towards the stairs
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  Speaker 2: while he charged at her. Run me, I'll hold her off.
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  Speaker 2: I resisted, but Jake pushed me down the stairs. I
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  Speaker 2: looked back just in time to see the black entity
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  Speaker 2: and Missus Hawthorne merge into wind. Suddenly, huge claws grew
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  Speaker 2: out of her fingers as the fire surrounded her. The
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  Speaker 2: fire roared, consuming the attic, but it was too late.
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  Speaker 2: I ran to the other kids for help, but as
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  Speaker 2: I approached them, I stood in shock. They all had
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  Speaker 2: entirely pitch black eyes as well, and then it made
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  Speaker 2: sense why no one had told us about those kids earlier.
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  Speaker 2: They were all dead as well. As the fire took
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  Speaker 2: over the house and I heard Jake screams, I cried
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  Speaker 2: and ran out for help. I didn't stop until I
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  Speaker 2: reached the nearest house. The neighbors called the cops, but
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  Speaker 2: by the time they got there, the house was nothing
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  Speaker 2: but ashes. They found the bodies of the other children
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  Speaker 2: buried in the ground behind the house, their eyes missing,
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  Speaker 2: but they never found Jake or Missus Hawthorne. It was
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  Speaker 2: as if they'd vanished in the thin air. Everyone was
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  Speaker 2: afraid of believing in me till the bodies were found,
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  Speaker 2: but they had no explanations. I still remember it clearly,
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  Speaker 2: even after a decade, about what I saw that night.
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  Speaker 2: I just pray that Jake found his peace.