Emma was 55, when her new next-door neighbours moved in, the Matthew family. The family had two children, 12-year-old James and 9-year-old Elly. Emma felt that something was wrong with the behaviour of the kids, since they were incredibly silent, as if they were ghosts.
One day, she decided to talk with the children and asked, “What a great day, isn’t it?”
As the children only looked at her, Emma slowly started to freak out. “Well…” she said.
Few days later, she noticed that the siblings were carrying wood planks in their backyard. Emma called her husband Tim, and they both started to watch the kids.
“Probably a treehouse.” Tim said. “That’s what they are making.”
Emma thought that the children might feel better once they finish their project, but she had no idea that the things would go south.
The parents of the children never once helped them to finish the treehouse, as the children were constantly working on the treehouse. They were only leaving the house to go to school, and then they were working on their project.
One day, while watering her flowers, “You are working incredibly well!” Emma said to James. As soon as he heard Emma’s voice, he stopped his hammer on mid-air, and fixed his gaze upon Emma.
She slowly felt unsafe, and then James went on with his working. Emma felt the cold in her spine.
That night she talked with her husband, Tim. “I think there is something wrong with those kids!”
“Ah!” Tim responded. “I’m sure they are doing just fine. You should just leave them alone, it is clear that they do not want to talk.”
As time passed, Emma started to hear weird, unsettling noises during the night. She would hear scraping, dragging and whispering during night. Coming from the
Matthew family’s side of the backyard.
Then one night, she decided to gaze upon the backyard, and saw two dark figure carrying something towards the treehouse. She called her husband, but Tim asked his wife to wait for the morning.
On the next night, while Tim was away at work related trip, Emma decided to take a look at the treehouse, while the Matthew family were sleeping, as Emma thought. Then she saw the children carrying something in black garbage bags.
She watched the children finish their work, and some hours later she went back to her house. When the morning arrived, she was fully awake as she was scared to death. She decided to check the treehouse while the children were away at school.
As she started to climb the ladder, a metal clinging had sounded. The little children had an alarm system. When she entered to the treehouse, she found some toys, books and the tools the children used to build the house. Then she noticed the garbage bags.
She found junk in the bags, but they were not light enough to be filled with only junk. As she was about to look deeper, she heard some noises. The children were not at school.
“It’s me! Emma” Emma said when she heard the children. “Why are you here!?” James asked furiously.
“I’m sorry James, I’m sorry Elly!” Emma said, and explained that she was suspecting from the weird actions of the children.
Then Lilly said that she would explain what was happening, but in one condition, Emma was supposed to talk with no one about what was happening. Especially with the parents of the children.
Then the children explained that they were talking with their grandma, who their parents were keeping the children away from. The grandma was sending books to her grandchildren, and the children were keeping them away from their parents.
The children revealed that their parents were having a divorce, and they were waiting for their grandma to save them.
Emma cried for the children after she heard their story. Until their grandma arrived, she was there whenever the children needed something. Few weeks later, the grandma arrived and took the children away from that toxic house, where children needed some privacy to stay healthy with their minds.
Before the children left, they visited Emma and Tim, who cared for them until their Grandma Sally arrived. Sally also thanked to Emma and Tim for their kind actions.
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