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Smiles

I remember how as a child I was treated not to have fear. They took me to some old lady and she whispered something to me, then she asked me to blow out the candle and asked me to do something else. I do not remember the procedure in great detail, but still remember it. The fact is that I had forgotten for what type of fear I was treated, and what memories they tried to erase. But recently, I began to remember - and I truly regret the return of these memories. I must have been about four years old, but I do remember those days ... I remember some days before that too, when IT appeared again and again. At the time I was living with my aunt for a while, maybe was just visiting, but I stayed her for a long time, definitelymore than a year, although my parents came to visit me. That day I was sitting in the room of my cousin alone and was playing with his collection of cars, when I heard a strange whispering behind my back. I turned around. On my brother's bed there was a boy and a girl of about twelve years of age, they were pale and their eyes were wide open. They were smiling too. They smiled baring their teeth - it's hard to describe, but it looked pretty creepy. They spoke in whispers to each other (but at the same time their lips did not move, their mouths did not open and they talked through those terrible smiles), and then the boy waved at me. What was also strange was that their pupils also didn't move. They simply turned their heads in my direction. I stopped playing with toy cars and ran away from the room. It was an evening, and my family was going to have dinner. I was already sitting at the table when a tall woman came into the kitchen. She was pale, with the same smile baring her teeth. She turned towards me, it seemed that her smile widened even more and wished me bon appetite, and then she crawled under the tableand pulled out a tray with several plates. We didn't have plate like those, and I've never seen them before, the same as this woman or those children who at that moment also came into the kitchen following their mother. I watched them, as if spellbound, and was not paying attention to my aunt, who has once again called me by my name and asked me what I was looking at. At that time the woman was seating her children on the chairs opposite to me and put plates in front of them.

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Credit to @xAliceSykes because I honestly can't find anything on horror stories anymore. LIKE WTF GOOGLE YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING PIECE OF SH- k bye.