The lost siblings

Original Short but Thrilling Story of Horrors and Mystery

(Written By: Lynn, Anonymous)

Welcome! I’m going to be your narrator; you can call me Lynn. Today, I'm sharing a story about three children, one of whom was consumed at birth by a beautiful baby boy destined to grow up to be nothing but evil. This twisted yet thrilling horror novel revolves around triplets—yes, triplets born as twins. Now, you might be curious why the title is “Triplets born twins.” Even if you're not the least bit curious now, you will soon yearn to know what comes next.

(This is a draft I worked 6 hrs on, I hope you like it!)

PART 1: The Parents

To understand the children, we must first examine their parents—Rosan and Aydon—whose twisted fates from their past seep into their future.

Rosan grew up in poverty, while Aydon endured a complicated childhood. He had a home, yet it never truly felt like one. Their paths intertwined in a forbidden romance—a tale I'm considering for another story. For now, let’s delve deeper into the life of Rosan, a child ripped from her parents’ arms at a tender age. Unlike her brother, she vividly recalls every trauma from that neglectful home. Despite being adopted six years later, Rosan struggled with self-harm and was forced into therapy, where her confidences were betrayed for profit. This shattered her spirit.

On the other hand, Aydon experienced a seemingly better life with his sister, who had transitioned into a male just before her tragic murder in a dark alley. This loss drove Aydon to question his existence and indulge in reckless behavior. Neither he nor Rosan had realizations or turning points; they both buried their guilt and created chaos together. Disapproving of Rosan, Aydon’s parents pushed against their love, while Rosan’s parents merely sparked doubt. Despite the challenges, their bond held firm, leading them to believe they would ultimately find their way back to each other—and they did.

But as fascinating as their past is, we must shift our attention to the future.

This passionate love birthed beautiful twins: a girl, Daisy, and a boy, Eric. The twins were inseparable, much like their parents, but they soon learn that every game has players, each with their own motives—something they would discover all too soon.

It was the twins’ 12th birthday, and they stumbled upon something they wished they had left undiscovered.

"Eric! Come here! I think I found something!” Daisy shouted from the backyard.

“Ugh, it better not be one of your weird beheaded Barbie dolls again. Seriously, it’s just creepy!” Eric retorted, bouncing on the trampoline.

“Kids! It’s time for cake! Come give Mommy and Daddy big birthday kisses!” Rosan called from the kitchen window.

They lived on a sprawling farm, complete with cattle and ample play space. Aydon and Rosan were flexible parents; if one of the kids asked for something and they earned it, they received it. Despite their contrasting beliefs—Aydon and the kids believing in God while Rosan did not—they maintained a supportive family environment.

“Where’s Daddy?” Daisy asked.

“He's washing up before dessert. You both need to do the same!” Rosan exclaimed, scooping Daisy into her arms with playful energy.

“Can’t forget about you, Mr. Stinky!” She waddled over to Eric, tickling him relentlessly.

“Ahh, ahahaha!” Eric squealed, squirming away.

“I’m going! I’m going!” he giggled back at his mom.

Aydon descended from the upstairs bathroom and kissed Rosan with fervor, prompting giggles and exaggerated squeals from the kids.

“Ewwwww!” Daisy and Eric groaned in unison, sharing a conspiratorial glance.

“Come here, you little goofballs! It’s time for CAKE! Who’s going to blow out the candles while Mommy and I sing your birthday song?” Aydon chuckled softly.

The children battled over who would get to blow out the candles, and in a moment of mischief, their parents secretly blew them out before the kids could.

Puff!

“HEY!” Daisy and Eric cried simultaneously.

But the candles miraculously reignited.

"Umm, Eric… I think our house is haunted!” Daisy whispered, wide-eyed.

“I know! How cool is that?” Eric replied, thrilled.

The twins exchanged glances, then looked at the candles again.

“BEST BIRTHDAY EVER!” they both shouted in excitement.

As they competed for the first piece of cake, a strange feeling hung in the air that they couldn’t quite shake. Their focus blurred, and the once joyous atmosphere began to darken, hinting at the horrors to come.

### PART 3: Hide and Seek

“Eric, are you awake?” Daisy whispered, her voice tremulous.

“Yes, I can’t sleep. I keep thinking about those silly candles!” he blurted.

“SHHH! Mommy and Daddy are sleeping!”

“Oops, sorry!”

“It’s okay,” she reassured him with a smile.

They slept in separate rooms, connected by a shared door. Daisy often found herself plagued by nightmares, but her older brother was always there to comfort her.

“Another nightmare, sis?”

“Actually, no. I keep thinking about that hole I found before we went in for cake a few hours ago. I never noticed it before, and I’m curious to see what’s down there.”

“That does sound intriguing,” Eric replied, eyes wide with excitement.

At twelve years old, the twins had a more advanced vocabulary than most. They believed their intellect came from their Uncle Austin on their mother’s side, who was known for his brilliance, especially since Rosan and Aydon sometimes struggled with basic directions.

They quietly made their way outside to uncover the secrets of the mysterious hole.

The next morning, as Aydon and Rosan prepared for church, they realized their children were missing. The twins’ beds were perfectly made, as if they had never occupied them.

Panic spread through their community as reports of the missing children were filed, but after countless hours of searching, not a single clue emerged. It was as if they had vanished from existence.

34 years have passed.* Both parents remained together but were forever broken. One day, an ominous brightness appeared where the children had once vanished—a sinkhole seemed to be forming, an end to their misery. They braced themselves for a reunion, but what emerged was far from the return they had imagined.

Out of the darkness, their children emerged—now grown adults, yet wearing the same clothes they had vanished in, their youthful faces unchanged. But there was something sinister about them.

Alongside their children, a third figure surfaced—deformed, with unkempt hair and a sinister aura. It had eyes that glowed an eerie red, as if controlling the minds of the twins.

“KiLl ThEm, ThEy BeTrAyEd Us,” it hissed, its voice a chilling echo.

In a moment of horror, Daisy rushed to her mother, tears streaming as she claimed to have missed her. But when Rosan lifted her head, despair took hold; Daisy was clutching her mother’s severed head. Eric, too, stared with empty eyes before pointing at Rosan.

“Goodbye, Mommy and Daddy,” the voice echoed as the figure retreated into the shadows, leaving behind only the chilling memory of what once was.