Capítulo 98: Chapter 98
In the town of Greymark, there were whispers, hushed and desperate, that danced on the edge of the wind. It was a town where people knew each other's secrets and kept them locked in their houses like ghosts in old trunks.
The twins—Rhea and Tessa—were among the most talked about in town. They were sixteen, yet looked as if they had never been touched by the years, their faces too smooth, too perfect. They dressed the same. Always. Their hair—dark, slick—was always tied in identical braids.
It was their eyes, though. Empty, cold. Not like the eyes of anyone else in town.
People said they had a connection. Something unnatural. No one could understand how they always knew what the other was thinking. It was said that, when they spoke, it was like both were speaking at once, finishing each other's sentences in eerie harmony.
The twins never spoke to anyone else. Not really. There was no need. They didn't need friends.
And so, they were left alone. Some kids tried to be kind, tried to talk to them, but the twins always stared through them, like they were nothing more than flies caught in a web. Those who pushed harder got weird feelings. A sense that the twins knew something that they didn't.
One by one, children began to vanish.
First, it was Emma. She was one of the only girls who had tried to talk to them, who had sat with them in the corner during lunch. But she didn't show up to school one day. Her parents looked for her, put up posters, called the police. No one found a trace of her.
Then it was Jake. A quiet boy, always on the outside. He had never spoken to the twins, but his disappearance stirred something darker in the town. People started looking over their shoulders, wondering if maybe something, or someone, was taking children.
No one said it aloud, but everyone suspected the twins. The disappearances were too strange, too sudden, and the twins never seemed disturbed by it. No grief, no tears. It was as if they expected it.
Then, it happened to Mia. Mia, who had been friends with Emma. Mia had seen her after Emma's disappearance, had come to school with fear written on her face, and it was then that things started to change. The teachers, the parents, even the police began to stay clear of the twins. The only people who still spoke to them were the other children. But now, those children were vanishing.
One day, late in the fall, just as the days shortened and the wind began to carry the bite of winter, Rhea and Tessa stood outside during recess. They were always together, always watching.
Emma had been gone for weeks. Jake too. Mia was missing.
"I heard they're going to send us away," Rhea whispered to Tessa, and her voice sounded like it came from two places at once.
"Maybe they will," Tessa replied. Her lips didn't move, yet the sound of her words filled the space between them.
Rhea's lips twitched in an almost imperceptible smile, but it didn't reach her eyes. "Wouldn't that be fun?"
Tessa said nothing, but there was a shift in the air. The playground was filled with children, yet it felt empty.
As the days passed, the tension in Greymark grew. The children, one by one, began to avoid the twins, crossing the street whenever they saw them, or making sure to stay well out of their way.
The town was on edge. Parents whispered behind closed doors, worried their children were next. They spoke of moving, of leaving Greymark behind. But no one dared to ask the twins where the others had gone.
It was on a cold, moonless night that things reached a breaking point. The final child disappeared.
Eli, a quiet boy with wide eyes and an innocent smile, had always stuck to himself. The twins had often watched him from the shadows. It was hard to tell if they liked him, or if they simply found his fear amusing. That night, Eli didn't come home. His parents waited, called his friends, but there was no sign of him.
The next day, the town gathered in the school gymnasium. The mayor was there, the sheriff, even the head of the school board. Parents argued, parents cried, all of them too afraid to look at the twins.
Rhea and Tessa sat in the front row, their eyes fixed ahead, unmoving, like statues. The silence stretched too long. The sheriff stood at the podium, shaking his head.
"We'll get to the bottom of this," he said, though his voice lacked any certainty. His eyes darted nervously to the twins. "We have to."
Rhea's lips curved into a smile—slight, but real. Tessa didn't react. But then, Rhea spoke.
"They're all gone," she said, her voice echoing in the dead quiet of the gym.
"They've left," Tessa added.
Everyone turned toward them, fear rising like a tide, but no one dared to say anything. They watched as the twins' faces remained expressionless, as though they hadn't spoken at all.
That night, as the town slept uneasily, the twins walked along the streets of Greymark. They moved with purpose, like they knew exactly where they were going.
It wasn't until the next day that the truth began to reveal itself.
Eli's body was found in the woods at the edge of town, twisted and mangled. His arms and legs were broken, but what stood out the most was his expression. His mouth was open, frozen in a scream that hadn't been heard.
The sheriff and his men investigated the scene. They found nothing but the marks of something that had dragged Eli deep into the woods. They couldn't explain it, but they knew who was responsible.
The twins were never found.
The townspeople said they left the next morning, packed their bags, and walked out of Greymark without a word. But no one knew where they went. Some claimed they had vanished into the woods. Others said they had gone to the city.
What mattered most, though, was what happened afterward.
The disappearances didn't stop.
More children went missing in other towns, but the pattern was the same. There was never a sign of struggle, never a scream. They were just... gone. People said they had run away. They said they'd moved on.
But deep down, they all knew.
One by one, the children of Greymark disappeared. And soon after, the town itself faded into the past. The houses crumbled. The roads turned to dust.
And the twins, with their blank faces and their silent words, were the last thing anyone would remember.
The town was no more. But the twins, wherever they went, were always close. Watching. Waiting.
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