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What you are about to read details the latest account of the [REDACTED] phenomenon. [NAME REDACTED] insisted this one be swept under the rug but I can’t bring myself to burn this file. For too many years now I have been morally imposed working at this place - I just can’t take it any longer. I am leaking this document to the public and am willing to accept the repercussions. Come get me you bastards. [NAME REDACTED - PERSONNEL DECEASED] [START OF DOCUMENT]
My name is Samuel Espinosa. I’m not big on writing on internet forums, but I need someone to understand what’s been going on, and the terror it’s been causing me. I’m at my breaking point and nobody seems to get it. I don’t know what to do.
To help you understand, I’ll start at the beginning. A few weeks ago my morning started off fine, I woke up late, and got ready for school.
Downstairs the smell of bacon filled my nose, normal morning pleasantries. I smiled at my mother and sister but there was no time to converse, I might have already missed my bus and the thought of my science teacher booming at me was scary enough to make me skip breakfast. Although the thought was nice.
My family is not the cliche american sitcom family, although we have our moments of fighting over pointless things, we still love each other. The fact that my parents are still together after nearly 20 years says it all. My sister isn’t the rebellious type, unlike the typical fourteen year old girl trying to meet the status quo of social relevance in this day and age. In fact, I’m pretty certain she is the golden child. But enough about my family.
Surprisingly, I made my bus, and before I knew it the day was over. This afternoon in particular both mom and dad were going to be working late, and sis was staying with a friend. I shrugged it off and asked my friend Michael if I could hang out at his house for a few hours.
“No problem.” He nudged me with a smile. He had just gotten his hands on the new Playstation 3, so it was as good a place as any. The strange occurrences began on the way there. As we wandered down the pavement, a car pulled up next to us. This made me nervous, I had heard the horror stories of stranger danger and wondered what the driver’s intentions might be. That fear was laid to rest quickly as I realized itwas my mother’s car. The window rolled down there was my mother. Confused, I approached the car.
“Where are you going sweetie?” she asked in a calm tone.
“Well I was heading to Michaels, I thought you were at work?”
I had reached the window of the passenger side, my hand pressed up on the handle, when something told me deep down not to get in the car. I stopped. That’s when I noticed that my mother never answered my question. I peered at her through the open window.
I could tell immediately that something was very wrong. Her mouth.. It was pulling tightly upwards on either side, resulting in a smile that looked unnatural… you could even describe it as looking painful. This grin was enough to put me on edge when I noticed her eyes, unblinking.
Stretched out in a way I had never seen them before, in an expression similar to shock. “Get in the car, sweetie.”
In this instant I felt more uncomfortable than I had ever felt before. But reason hit me. This was my mother, there was no way in hell I could be afraid of my mother. She loves me, she raised me! Her grin, and blinkless stare remained.
I didn’t get in the car, I made up some bullshit excuse and went back to Michael’s house. He didn’t notice, luckily.
Later that night I went home, it’s not a long walk. On the way I thought about my mother. Why did she look like that? The image stuck in my head like an intrusive thought. I wonder if she was ok? Did something happen? There was no plausible explanation for the look she gave me that was good news.
I decided that I would confront her about it.
I walked in the door around 9pm, dad was on the sofa watching something on the TV and mom was in the kitchen. I walked a short way to the dining table before taking a seat behind her.
“Hey mom,” I said questioningly
“Yeah honey, what’s up?”
“A-are you okay?” I hesitated.
She must’ve noticed the nervousness of my tone, because in an instant she turned to face me with a layer of nerve on her face too.
“I’m okay, why do you ask that?”
I looked down at the table, recalling the look she gave me from the car. The thought made me uncomfortable.
“Well when you pulled up today in the car, you looked.. I don’t know.”
She scoffed, and I looked back up at her. Her face had suddenly shifted to a look of slight disappointment, as if I told a bad joke.
As she looked at me she noticed how worried I actually was, and the look transferred over to her as well.
“Are you being serious?” she questioned.
I nodded.
Then she told me a piece of information that I had forgotten about, something that made my heart sink.
“Honey, my car was stolen two months ago.”
Since then this shit has only gotten worse. I would say about twice a week the car turns up outside my school, there’s always someone in it, someone that I recognise, but with the lifeless stare and unnatural toothy grin, it can’t be them. I know that sounds insane but I’ve literally been on the phone with my uncle while staring at him smiling at me from the car. I know what you’re thinking and yes, I’ve tried calling the police but the car always drives off and can never be found. I don’t know what to do, I just want whoever, no, whatever they are to leave me alone.
UPDATE: Last week my sister went missing. She was at the mall with a friend and just vanished. Her friend said that the last they had seen of her was getting into a car, a white ‘09 Honda Civic, My mom’s white Honda, fuck! And the fucking police won’t even look for her because security footage shows it’s my fucking mother in the drivers seat, with a big toothy grin, and they think we are playing some sick fucking joke!
Well now I’m scared for my life.
I’m worried for my sister, I haven’t gotten a full night’s sleep and I swear as soon as I’m close to drifting off I can hear a car idling outside my house…
But that’s not the end of it.
Last night, as I was lying in bed, I could have sworn I saw my sister outside my window, peering in with her eyes glinting in the moonlight.
With a big grin plastered across her face.
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