Mom Did witchcraft In The Basement

I live in a nice neighborhood with my mom and my dad. My dad works the night shift, and my mom has always worked from home. Now…I love my mom, I really do…but she's kind of a dork. She’s a little bored at home, so she's always picked up weird hobbies. there was refinishing furniture, building birdhouses, raising exotic animals, ghost hunting…you name it, she’s done it. The worst part is…she hasn't been good at any of them!. That’s why when she started acting unusual, at first, I assumed she had just picked up a new hobby. But as the days progressed, things got weirder and weirder. My mom started rushing me to go to bed. I mean, I’m sixteen years old and she was snapping at me to get in bed at 9. 9! She was fine with it for awhile…but soon, she was getting aggressive about it. I told her I couldn’t go to bed that early, and she told me I should take some sleeping medicine to knock out. I started locking myself in my room and pretending I was asleep, just to see if I could hear anything that was going on. I always heard voices – a lot of them, but they always seemed kind of distant and hushed. One night, I couldn’t stand it, so I walked downstairs to get a glass of water. I could hear the voices a lot more clearly…and it seemed like they were all coming from the basement. My mom must’ve heard my footsteps, because in an instant she was at the top of the stairs, screaming at me to go to bed! I couldn’t believe it. She looked so mad…and she had these weird marks on her face that looked like ancient writing or something. That’s when I started to feel a little…scared. Her hobbies had always been kind of endearing and harmless and dorky. This? This felt different. For the next few days, I paced in my room, trying to figure out what I was going to do. As I passed the window one day – I saw them. A group of adults, all in a line…wearing black cloaks and paint on their faces. They walked through the backyard towards the back door. I dropped to the ground so they wouldn’t see me. People in black cloaks entering your house in the of night is never a good thing. when I asked mom about it, oh man, did it not go well. She told me I must not be getting enough sleep if I’m seeing crazy things like that. Then, she wanted to take me to a doctor or someone because I was seeing things! I know what I saw, and she knows exactly what I saw too The next day, I snuck down while they were in the basement. I pressed my ear to the door, trying to hear something, ANYTHING that would help me understand what was going on. I had to prove to myself that my mom wasn’t evil. When I pressed my ear to the door…I could hear everything a lot more clearly. I heard my mom’s voice…yelling some really scary things. She talked about how SHE was the one people should be worshipping. SHE was the chosen one, the one with the power. I fell away from the door, horrified. I couldn’t listen to anymore. Was my mom…leading a cult? I’d never heard her say anything like that before in my life! She sounded so confident…so angry. She SOUNDED like a cult leader. And for the first time? I was really, actually scared of my who I used to think was so sweet and innocent. I ran up to bed. I had to tell dad. I had to get more proof. I had to do SOMETHING! First…I had to go in the basement. Mom went grocery shopping the next morning…and that was my chance. I ran down into the basement as fast as I could. I had to get this done before she got home. But I wasn’t prepared for what I would find down there…

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