Part 2
When I was nineteen, my parents went away for a weekend. As soon as they left, I went straight to the basement door.
I found a key.
I opened it.
The air was heavy. I went downstairs, my phone's flashlight trembling. And I saw her.
Sitting on a mattress on the floor.
“Grandma?” I said.
He slowly raised his head. He was very weak, but his eyes… were still the same.
“Daniel… I knew you would come.”
I hugged her. It was like hugging air.
I helped her up. I covered her with blankets. I called emergency services.
Minutes later the sirens arrived.
And my parents still hadn't returned.
When they returned, everything changed.
The police were already inside. My father tried to go in, but they stopped him. My mother froze when she saw my grandmother.
She whispered,
"Don't let her get close."
That moment said it all.
The officers inspected the basement. They found enough evidence to understand that this was not normal.
My parents said it was "for their own good".
Nobody believed them.
That same night, they were taken away.
I left in the ambulance with my grandmother.
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