[Part 8] For many years my father used to warn me to never go in my grandparent's attic. Today I learned why. - The Truth

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“He wants her, doesn’t he” I asked Bob with my heart sanked at the bottom of my stomach.

He looked me in the eyes and said “Yes”

“And if he chose her, then that means that I …” “Yes you must die. You, your brother, and your father” Bob finished my sentence.

We all have those moments of despair right ? Those moments when we know we are doomed and we try to find a silver lining in there, a glimmer of hope to hang onto but somehow we can’t. I had that moment back then. I didn’t know what to say. I was left mortified, my whole life I was kept in the dark of the existence of this “curse” that could possibly end my family’s history and now that I find out about it, its maybe too late to stop it.

I sat down on the ground, hands on my knees staring at the picture in my hands.

“I need to see him. I need to speak to my brother.” I said to Bob.

“No, you don’t” he retorted and sat next to me.

“What, why” I fired back at him. “Because he is safe, for now at least. I made sure of it” Bob answered and put his hand on my shoulder. “I was with him for the last few weeks. They are safe, I promise you. “ Bob assured me and grabbed my hand. “I need you to see something.” he said and we both once again travelled back in time.

When I opened my eyes I found myself in my grandparent’s house. I was on the couch in the room upstairs. To my left was my room where my brother and I used to sleep and to my right was my parent’s bedroom. I stood up from the couch and walked over to my room. I opened it and saw two babies in two cribs. “Wait, what” I was puzzled. “This can’t be me and my brother” I said and walked in. The two babies were sleeping and were visibly the same, almost identical … like twins.

“What’s going on here ?” I thought to myself. “Bob, what is this ?” I said out loud. He was standing at the door, looking at the room. “This is what happened back in 1989, Mike. When Hugo made your mother go crazy” Bob calmly said and stepped away from the door.

At the very same moment I heard what sounded like a scuffle coming from the room of my parents. I made my way quickly to the door and I saw my mother coming out of the room, her gown bloodied and in her hands, she held a pillow. Her eyes and mouth were wide opened. It was a terrifying image.

She started running towards me and she went practicaly through me. She raised the pillow over the body of one of the babies and she started smothering it. I tried to stop her but I couldn’t, my hands went through her. “Bob do something” I yelled but he didn’t move at all. He just stood there, watching the scene. I heard my father yelling “No, stop” from the room across. He was stabbed a couple of times in the abdomen and he was bleeding heavily. I tried helping him but same as before it was hopeless. There is nothing I couldn’t do to prevent what was going on in front of me. I just stood there watching my father bleed to death and my mother killing the newborn baby. “Can we please go. I can’t watch this” I pleaded with Bob but he didn’t move.

“In a moment” Bob said and stepped inside the room. My mother had now killed the baby and she was making her way to the second one. At the same time I heard someone coming up the stairs. I saw a group of men, all dressed in black robes with masks on their faces entering the room and grabbing my mother. They sprinkled something like a dust on her, said something I couldn’t understand and dragged her back in the bedroom where my father was now laying on the ground. One of the men approached him, placed his finger on his neck, as if searching for a pulse. He removed his mask and I was shocked to see my grandfather. He looked at the rest and said “He is alive but barely. We can proceed” They all stood up and made a circle around the two of them. My mother now passed out. They started chanting something and then they stopped. Almost at the same time, their heads turned towards me. “We need to go” Bob said and grabbed my hand

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I was back in my parent’s bedroom but I was lying on the ground. I stood up and saw Bob sitting on the bed, looking at me. “Good, you’re up.” he said and jumped from the bed.

“What happened back there. Who were those men and what about these babies because I am sure as hell that wasn’t either me or my brother” ? I asked Bob.

“Well you’re part right. This wasn’t you. But it was your brother and his twin sister” Bob said as he picked up another picture from the night stand

“His twin what ” my puzzled expression was back.

Bob handed me the picture he took from the nightstand. It was of my father and my mother, holding two babies, almost identical … like twins.

“What, what is this ?” I turned towards Bob who sat down next to me.

“Mike when your parents married back in 1988 and moved inside your grandparent’s house, Hugo and I were already living there. In your attic. The deal Igor and I made was simple. I was gonna protect his family from Hugo as long as a set of twins is born in his family. You see when my mother created us, she made sure that the spell couldn’t be reversed or at least she thought she did. Little did she know I found a way to turn it all around and for this I needed new hosts but from the same bloodline. I got into contact with some witches that promised they’ll help me release my brother from the evil inside of him and save him but I needed new bodies to carry both his and mine’s souls. Our pure souls. For the ritual to work I needed to be separated from Hugo and I needed a set of twins. And here is where things got tricky. In our family history Mike twins are very rare. And to make matters worse, I had only one family member left alive, Igor who already had kids but they weren’t twins. So I decided to wait a bit. I thought that I could reach out to my brother without doing the ritual. And then it happened. My brother summoned the demon and invited it inside him. I knew that he couldn’t release the demon before every living family member he has is dead. So it was the perfect oportunity for me to act. I could lock him away and wait for the perfect moment to initiate my ritual. I got into contact with Igor, explained to him what’s happening and he build the wardrobe and the chest. Hugo was gonna be locked up in the wardrobe while I will be locked in the chest. Until the moment arrives where either Igor or one of his family could come and release me. I contacted Hugo and told him that I want to make peace with him, that I’d help him kill Igor and his family and that he should meet me. Hugo arrived and at the same time the witches I contacted did too. They surrounded him and through their chanting they locked him away in the wardrobe. Then the witches locked me inside the chest and placed the protection spell. Igor moved me inside the attic of his home so I could be close to him and to be close to Hugo so I could keep an eye out. But this ritual has come with a price. The ritual made is both like spirits. Our spirits could roam freely the house we are contained in, and Hugo can’t hurt anyone because of me. But our spirits could only be seen by those who saw someone else dying.” Bob said and looked at me.

“The reason as to why only you can see me and not anyone else. Becase you saw someone dying, you saw death. And since I am linked with Hugo wherever I go, he goes as well. We can’t interact with you, we can only talk to you in your mind. Our bodies are locked away inside the wardrobe and the chest in your attic.” Bob finished and stood up.

“You see Mike. Hugo can’t hurt any of you family because of me. I am here to keep you safe from him. But he can invade your minds and make you go … well insane. And while he can’t interact with any of your family, anyone outside of your family is like an open season to him. This is why your mother was such an easy target for him. Poor woman.” A tear was coming down from Bob’s eye.

“But nevertheless I waited. I waited for my moment. I was counting on the fact that Igor would have said something to your grandfather, something about me and he would keep his end of the deal. And when your mother came home and told your father that she is expecting twins, I knew that my time has come. You see, it was nothing dangerous.The ritual is simple. Our souls are to be implemented inside the little babies and as they grow, we grow as well. Of course we couldn’t take control of them but nevertheless we could still experience the joy of life again. And when your father drove your mother from the hospital with the babies in hands I was ready to make my appearance. I knew that your grandfather was there when Igor had died thanks to the constant abuse Hugo put him through. I knew that he would see me. So I contacted him. He said that he was awaiting for this moment as well and that he would hold up his father’s end of the deal. So it was to be done the same night. But Hugo was a step ahead of me. He realised my plans and made his move. Which you already saw. The witches came but it was too late. They could at least salvage the broken lives of your parents. They made your father forget that he was ever attacked by your mother and that she ever killed your baby sister. They erased her from existense. What your mother remembers is that she tried to kill your brother and what your father remembers is that he woke up and saw your mother holding the pillow above your brother’s bed.” Bob said as he approached me.

“And Mike I can protect you because you live in this house. And I can protect anyone that used to live in your grandparent’s house. But I can’t protect anyone else outside of your family. Anyone that came into contact with the attic is in danger Mike”

My eyes quickly widened. My mouth dropped and my hands started shaking again.

“Your friend Jake is in huge trouble.” Bob said as he looked outside the window. I could hear police sirens in the distance and I could only hope that it wasn’t too late.