Mary glided down the hallway in her wheelchair. Dinner was about to be had, with the family. The family that was massacred over 10 years ago.
Meisa had put very realistic mannequins at the chairs that weren't going to be occupied. Each of them had a picture of each family member on their face except Mary.
Mary rolled near the dining table and Meisa moved her into her seat. A foul stench flew around the dining room.
"Meisa, whats that sme-"
"Nothing dear, I was trying to make boiled eggs but I ruined them." Mary was suspicious, but said to herself I'm just crazy. Mary ate slowly and didn't talk to her "family". Mary's ''sister'' Donna asked. "How was your day today?" "It was good Donna, but your voice sounds kinda hoarse today. You and Ms. Meisa need some medicine for your voices today." The table went quiet for the rest of the dinner.
Mary went back to her room for bed.
There were creaking noises in the night, in and out of her room. Meisa sat next to Mary for the whole night, supposedly.
Lies? Manipulation? This story is about an 80 year old maid who takes care of a 14 year old girl who's blind and cannot walk. Her entire family was massacred 10 years ago, but the girl doesn't know yet.