Okay, so you guys know my neighbor, right? Mrs. Henderson? She’s always been a little…eccentric. You know, the type who wears a hat indoors and never smiles. But I never thought she was capable of something like *this*. For the past three years, she’s been raising her son completely in secret. I mean, *completely*. No one has ever seen him. Not the other neighbors, not the mailman, not even her own family (as far as I know). She just stayed inside, day after day, with the curtains drawn. We all thought it was a little strange, but we figured it was her business. Maybe she was just a very private person. But then, the other day, I made a mistake. A letter arrived in my mailbox addressed to her, but with the wrong street number. Being a good neighbor (or so I thought), I decided to walk it over to her house. I rang the doorbell, but no one answered. I could hear movement inside, though, so I knew she was home. As I was about to leave, I noticed the curtains in the living room were slightly ajar. Curiosity got the better of me, and I peeked inside. And that’s when I saw him. Her son.
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He was standing by the window, staring directly at me. And the moment our eyes met, I felt a wave of nausea wash over me. **He looked…wrong**. His skin was pale and almost translucent, and his eyes were wide and unblinking. They were a color I’d never seen before, like a mix of yellow and green, and they seemed to glow in the dim light of the room. But it wasn’t just his appearance that disturbed me. It was something else, something I couldn’t quite put my finger on. A sense of unease, of dread, that filled me from head to toe.
I’m not exaggerating when I say that I actually *fainted*. I just collapsed right there on her porch. When I came to, a few minutes later, Mrs. Henderson was standing over me, looking concerned (or as concerned as she ever looks). She helped me to my feet and ushered me away, taking the letter from my hand and quickly shutting the door. She didn’t say a word, but I could see the fear in her eyes.
I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since. What did I see? What is wrong with that child? And why has she been keeping him hidden away for so long? I’ve tried to rationalize it, to convince myself that I imagined things, that I was just tired or stressed. But I can’t shake the feeling that something truly sinister is going on in that house.
I did some research online, searching for any explanation for what I saw. Genetic disorders? Rare skin conditions? But nothing seems to fit. The more I think about it, the more convinced I become that he isn’t…normal. That he’s something else entirely. [“I can’t even bring myself to say it, but I think he might be…supernatural”].
I don’t know what to do. Should I call the authorities? Should I try to confront Mrs. Henderson? Or should I just pretend that I didn’t see anything and move on with my life? I’m terrified of what might happen if I get involved, but I can’t shake the feeling that I have a responsibility to do something. What would you do in my situation?
