The tale of the children

Submitted for approval of the midnight society 

I call this The tale of the children

Tw: disturbing content

I remember meeting one hour was a toddler a girl and a boy named Nana and nails. They had a very strange mother I knew that for a fact. Who was always crazy but I didn’t think she was going to do anything harmful. I noticed one day as I was visiting them just across the street they were my neighbours I was six at the time I saw strange paintings that look like square balls. Pictures of guys with beards And other bizarro things that I thought were bizarre at the time. One time nails was beating up on Nana Nana went and try to fly them off the mother said something in the gibberish lane was at the time and yanked and dragged her salon nails all over the property and around the house until his years or  elongated.  I could hear his screams still to this day as I am 33 years old. But that was just the tip of the iceberg. 

What night I decided I was going to have a P and a walk something that a kid should not do except go for a tinkle in the middle of the night and then go straight back to bed but something was urgent me to go across the street I snuck outside of the house found the window to the basement of the mothers house where Nana and nails live or once lived. I saw them being beaten in the basement for not praying five times a day some thing that I did not realize was actually a thing. The children were begging and reciting from some thing but the mother was showing no mercy as the children were just wanting to be children and have friends she wanted them to study religion only. This was some thing that has disturb me I recoiled from the window and ran off back to my house and into my room and I stayed curled up in fear until the morning I did not get out of bed until noon. The next night when I had to go for a tinkle I am not up having to see the children playing outside in the middle of the night as if they were ghosts but they were ghosts.

The end