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*cracks knuckles*
It's time to bring the old cringy creepypasta ocs back to life
Now call ambulance. I've dislocated my fingers while cracking knuckles.
Also if you are curious, there's a link to what i already made: x
TW: sensitive topics: death, blood, murder, suicide, quite detailed description of injury
About hundred years ago, in small village, which now lays forgotten and without name, lived a beautiful woman with her twin daughters, Anna and Antonia. The woman owned a huge farm, many animals and even a field. Nobody ever saw her working and yet the field was full or healthy crops, which were harvested always in the right time. There were rumors, not nice ones, woman didn't have a husband, which was unusual.
And people grown in a small isolated village didn't like unusual things. But they tolerated woman. Some did so because she always paid extra when buying something, some because of her appearance. She was exceptionally beautiful and many eyes turned towrds her when she went on walk. Very few went as far as trying to get her marry them, but that seemed to be impossible, she was happy with her two daughters and didn't need anybody else.
Alas, her happiness didn't last for too long. Shortly after the day of Twins' seventh birthday, she got sick. Sickness was deadly, her once beautiful chestnut colored hair dulled their color at first, then started falling out and didn't grow back. Her blue eyes started to fog up, until the woman was unable to see. Nobody helped her. People were scared, what if they get sick as well?
Poor mother waited for her death for nearly half a year, she ended up choking at her own blood. Twins showed up at village at night, bearing news of their newly deceased mother.
Fate can be cruel, and today, coincidence added up some of it's stored misfortune. First person to find Twins was drunk man, one of those who were enthralled by theird mothers beauty and wealth. He assumed that children were reason why their mother refused his proposal and he held a grudge against them. He offered to them to lead them into his house, that they can take care of Twins' dead mother in the morning. Sadly, that was definitely not his intention.
He led them into a cabin in the woods, not too far from village. It was not quick. He wanted revenge, he wanted to sweeten up his sour life. He began to approach the children, they knew something was not right, but they didn't notice until it was too late. He slowly approached them, he was unable to walk faster, he felt like ground underneath his feet was swaying.
He extended his hands towards the first one, Anne, who didn't have where to escape. His hands were dirty. He was biting his nails often and it was visible, they were jagged and skin around them teared apart. He went for eyes. One of the very few things children got after their father. Deep brown eyes were gouged out of the place they belonged at, blood spilling more and less, more and less, just as her little hearth pumped it up only to be wasted. He repeated the process with the second twin, feeling happiness, as if the thing he had just done was something wonderful.
He walked away from this crime, but he was found the next morning in the middle of muddy road yelling about monsters tearing him apart and laughing. Later on he confessed to murdering the children and was sent to... just Somewhere. Nobody talked about this, only in hushed whispers.
Bodies of Twins were buried next to the body of their mother, but months later, when people dug the graves up, buried was only one body. Perfectly preserved, as if it was a fresh corpse.
Adult body.