I always knew there was something different about my family. We lived in a big old house, with creaky floorboards and peeling wallpaper. But that wasn’t what made it so unsettling. No, it was the fact that my parents never seemed to age. They looked exactly the same as they did when I was a child, and now that I was in my twenties, they still looked just as young.
I never thought much of it until strange things began to happen in our home. Objects would move on their own, and I would hear strange whispers in the middle of the night. At first, I thought it was just my imagination playing tricks on me, but as the days went by, the incidents became more frequent and more terrifying.
One night, I woke up to the sound of footsteps outside my bedroom door. I slowly opened the door, and to my horror, I saw my parents standing in the hallway, staring at me with blank expressions on their faces. Their eyes were dark and hollow, and I could feel a sense of dread emanating from them.
“Mom, Dad, what are you doing?” I asked, my voice trembling with fear.
“We’re just checking on you, dear,” my mother replied, her voice cold and distant.
I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. My parents had always been loving and kind, but now they seemed like strangers to me.
As the days went by, I became more and more convinced that something sinister was happening in our home. I started to investigate, searching for any clues that could explain the strange occurrences. What I found was beyond my worst nightmares.
Hidden in a locked room in the basement, I discovered a series of old photographs that dated back to the early 1950s. In each photograph, I saw the same faces - my parents, but much younger. And standing beside them was a man who looked eerily similar to my father.
As I continued to sift through the photographs, I realized that the man was not just similar to my father - he was my father. In each photograph, he looked exactly the same age as my parents. I couldn’t believe it - my father had found a way to stop the aging process.
But at what cost? The more I delved into my father’s research, the more I realized the terrible truth. He had made a deal with the devil, sacrificing the lives of innocent people to keep himself and my mother young forever.
I knew I had to confront my parents, to make them see the error of their ways. But as I approached them, I could see the darkness in their eyes. They had been consumed by their desire for eternal youth, and they were willing to do whatever it takes to keep it.
As I turned to leave, I heard their whispers following me, taunting me with their immortality. I knew I could never escape their grasp, and that I would forever be trapped in this nightmare.
Days turned into weeks, and I became more and more paranoid. I could see my parents’ eyes watching me wherever I went, and I could feel their presence even when they were not around. It was as if they were always one step ahead of me, always anticipating my every move.
As I sat in the dimly lit living room, surrounded by the eerie silence, I couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was terribly wrong with my parents. They sat across from me, their expressions unreadable as always.
“Mom, Dad, is there something you want to tell me?” I finally mustered the courage to speak up.
They exchanged a quick glance before my mother spoke. “What do you mean, dear?”
“I mean…you never age. You look exactly the same as you did when I was a child,” I explained, my voice shaking slightly.
My father chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down my spine. “What a silly thing to say, son. Of course we age, we just take good care of ourselves.”
But I knew there was more to it than that. I had seen the way their eyes seemed to glow in the darkness, and the way they always seemed to know my thoughts before I even spoke them.
“Please, just tell me the truth,” I pleaded.
My mother’s expression softened slightly. “We can’t tell you everything, but just know that we are not like other parents. We are…different.”
The hairs on the back of my neck stood up as I realized the true horror of what she was saying. I stood up, ready to run out of the house and never look back.
But my father’s voice stopped me in my tracks. “You can leave if you want, son. But just remember, you’ll always be a part of us.”
And with those words, I knew I could never truly escape. The fear and horror consumed me, leaving me trapped in a nightmare with no escape.
Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months, but I couldn’t shake off the feeling that my parents were hiding something from me. I started to notice strange things happening in the house - objects moving on their own, whispers in the night, and the feeling of being watched.
One night, I woke up to find my parents standing at the foot of my bed, their eyes glowing in the darkness. “We need to show you something,” my mother whispered, her voice cold and distant.
They led me down to the basement, where I found a secret laboratory filled with strange contraptions and jars of mysterious liquids. “What is this?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
“This is where we keep our research,” my father replied. “We have been searching for a way to stop the aging process, to achieve immortality.”
My heart sank as I realized the true horror of what they had been doing. “But at what cost?” I asked, my voice trembling with fear.
My parents exchanged a quick glance before my mother spoke. “We have made sacrifices, yes. But we have also found a way to preserve life, to keep our bodies from deteriorating.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My parents had become monsters, sacrificing innocent lives in their quest for eternal youth. “You can’t do this,” I whispered. “You have to stop.”
But they just laughed, a cold, eerie sound that echoed through the lab. “You can’t stop us, son. We have achieved what no one else has. We are immortal, and you will be too.”
I knew then that I had to escape. I couldn’t stay in that house any longer, surrounded by the darkness and the horror of my parents’ experiments.
As I ran out of the house and into the night, I could hear their whispers following me, taunting me with their immortality. But I knew that I would never be like them. I would never sacrifice innocent lives for my own gain.
And as I looked back at the house, I could see my parents standing in the shadows.