Blair Bathory
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Some days, she was the mother I knew, warm, affectionate, humming hymns as she cooked. Other days, her face changed, her eyes dulled, emptied. She stared at me too long, like she had forgotten who I was. Her voice would drop an octave mid-sentence, stretching like it wasn't entirely her own. My parents started fighting all the time.
Some days, she was the mother I knew, warm, affectionate, humming hymns as she cooked. Other days, her face changed, her eyes dulled, emptied. She stared at me too long, like she had forgotten who I was. Her voice would drop an octave mid-sentence, stretching like it wasn't entirely her own. My parents started fighting all the time.
When the fights got worse, I started hiding in my playroom for hours. The air in the house felt thick, pressing against my skin, making it harder to breathe. And then, I started seeing them. At first, just glimpses. Something tall and white standing at the edge of the backyard, barely visible through the trees. Then, dark figures in the windows, watching from the inside when I knew no one was home.
When the fights got worse, I started hiding in my playroom for hours. The air in the house felt thick, pressing against my skin, making it harder to breathe. And then, I started seeing them. At first, just glimpses. Something tall and white standing at the edge of the backyard, barely visible through the trees. Then, dark figures in the windows, watching from the inside when I knew no one was home.
When the fights got worse, I started hiding in my playroom for hours. The air in the house felt thick, pressing against my skin, making it harder to breathe. And then, I started seeing them. At first, just glimpses. Something tall and white standing at the edge of the backyard, barely visible through the trees. Then, dark figures in the windows, watching from the inside when I knew no one was home.
Ellie I turned over expecting to see my mom but the room was empty the whisper came again this time from the closet I didn't move I didn't breathe the door creaked open an inch I screamed my mom came running but when she flicked on the light there was nothing there just my stuffed animals lined up neatly on the top shelf except for one a small porcelain doll I didn't recognize sat in the center of the floor staring at me with wide glassy eyes
Ellie I turned over expecting to see my mom but the room was empty the whisper came again this time from the closet I didn't move I didn't breathe the door creaked open an inch I screamed my mom came running but when she flicked on the light there was nothing there just my stuffed animals lined up neatly on the top shelf except for one a small porcelain doll I didn't recognize sat in the center of the floor staring at me with wide glassy eyes
Ellie I turned over expecting to see my mom but the room was empty the whisper came again this time from the closet I didn't move I didn't breathe the door creaked open an inch I screamed my mom came running but when she flicked on the light there was nothing there just my stuffed animals lined up neatly on the top shelf except for one a small porcelain doll I didn't recognize sat in the center of the floor staring at me with wide glassy eyes
Where did you get that? My mom asked, her voice shaking. I didn't know, but something in my gut told me I had seen it before. I just couldn't remember where. Then my mom started having seizures. The first time, she collapsed in the kitchen. Her body convulsing violently before going completely still.
Where did you get that? My mom asked, her voice shaking. I didn't know, but something in my gut told me I had seen it before. I just couldn't remember where. Then my mom started having seizures. The first time, she collapsed in the kitchen. Her body convulsing violently before going completely still.
Where did you get that? My mom asked, her voice shaking. I didn't know, but something in my gut told me I had seen it before. I just couldn't remember where. Then my mom started having seizures. The first time, she collapsed in the kitchen. Her body convulsing violently before going completely still.
Her hands were twisted into claws, her mouth slightly open, as if she had been in the middle of speaking when someone stopped her. Mama? Mama? Mama, wake up. She didn't. I sat with her for hours, too afraid to leave, too afraid to touch her. Then she gasped awake. Her head snapped toward me. And for a moment, just a moment, her eyes weren't her own. They were black. One night, I was hungry.
Her hands were twisted into claws, her mouth slightly open, as if she had been in the middle of speaking when someone stopped her. Mama? Mama? Mama, wake up. She didn't. I sat with her for hours, too afraid to leave, too afraid to touch her. Then she gasped awake. Her head snapped toward me. And for a moment, just a moment, her eyes weren't her own. They were black. One night, I was hungry.
Her hands were twisted into claws, her mouth slightly open, as if she had been in the middle of speaking when someone stopped her. Mama? Mama? Mama, wake up. She didn't. I sat with her for hours, too afraid to leave, too afraid to touch her. Then she gasped awake. Her head snapped toward me. And for a moment, just a moment, her eyes weren't her own. They were black. One night, I was hungry.
I called out to her. Mom, can you make me some fries? No answer. I walked upstairs and froze in the doorway of her room. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, her body rigid. In one hand, she clutched a cross. In the other, she held something invisible, her knuckles white from the pressure. The air was wrong. My breath came out in a mist.
I called out to her. Mom, can you make me some fries? No answer. I walked upstairs and froze in the doorway of her room. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, her body rigid. In one hand, she clutched a cross. In the other, she held something invisible, her knuckles white from the pressure. The air was wrong. My breath came out in a mist.
I called out to her. Mom, can you make me some fries? No answer. I walked upstairs and froze in the doorway of her room. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, her body rigid. In one hand, she clutched a cross. In the other, she held something invisible, her knuckles white from the pressure. The air was wrong. My breath came out in a mist.