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My family came from a small village in the old country, the kind where traditions that we call cute or folksy today were followed to the letter. Even though my parents immigrated to the country where I now live years before I was born, my childhood is filled with memories of my parents telling me what to do or not do for some strange, arcane reason. Not that I'm complaining, of course, some of these traditions were fun, especially as a kid, I never had to make my bed before school because doing that gives you bad luck. And I would never know when I'd have a pop quiz. On nights before I had a big test at school, mom and dad would make me a big bowl of porridge and jam and I would stick my face in it for good luck as they would laugh and hug me even though I'd make a mess of their clothes. Of course, other superstitions were less fun or more confusing. Don't whistle inside the house, you'll lose all your money. Mom would say, don't put keys on the glass table. Dad would say, go put bread in the neighbor's yard so that the birds will circle their house instead of ours. Dad would also say, they're not our people. It won't affect them. He would say with a smile and a wink. The one tradition that they held, far above all the others though, was to never Violate guests rights. Anytime anyone would show up at our front doorstep. Neighbors, Girl scouts, missionaries, whoever you can imagine, they would be invited inside and immediately presented with a plate of bread and salt water and polite conversation, as well as anything else they might ask for. It often made for interesting, if not awkward situations in our family home. Eventually, I grew up and left my parents home for college. And every time I would come home for a visit, I would be greeted with a plate of homemade bread and salt and warm hugs from my parents asking me to tell them crazy stories from college. When I eventually got engaged, I brought my future wife Lindsay to my parents home to find them waiting for us at the front door, my mom holding that same ornate plate covered with bread and salt, and both of them telling my fiance in their broken English how happy they were for the both of us. Years after I had gotten married, my wife had told me the great news that we were going to have our first child. Towards the end of her pregnancy, my parents came to visit so they could be there when their first grandchild would be born. And this time it was my turn to greet them with bread and salt. The bread was store bought and the salt was that cheap discount kind that you get at the bottom of the shelf of the grocery store. They smiled, dipped the bread into the salt and ate it happily before hugging and kissing me. Even after all these years, I was still their little boy. My daughter Lily was born a healthy girl. I was always convinced she was special. She started to smile far before any baby would and always seemed to be so alert. I was convinced that she would grow up to be some kind of genius. After a couple of months of raising our child in an apartment, we decided it was about time to find a real house for her to grow up in. We went out into the country, and after searching around, we found the perfect house for us to raise Lily in. After negotiating and closing, we found ourselves moving everything that we owned into our new house. From first glance, everything seemed ordinary. The houses were nice and spacious, and each property property had a couple of acres to it. The neighbors were close by, but not so close that you felt smothered or that you were being constantly watched by someone in the neighborhood. It was all to change. When we had our first visit from a neighbor, Lindsay was cradling a crying Lily, trying to get her to sleep when the doorbell rang. Not wanting to risk the doorbell being rung again and possibly irritating Lily further, I went to answer it to see a man wearing country clothes and a cowboy hat, accompanied by a woman who I assumed was his wife holding a dish of some kind. I opened the door and stepped out. Howdy there. The man said, extending his arm for a handshake, which I accepted. My name's Victor, and this is my wife, Marlene, he said, introducing himself. Uh, hi, I said, obviously tired from the move and from taking constant care of Lily. I'm Sasha. Sorry, my wife Lindsay is inside with our baby. Ah, don't worry about it. The missus and I know how it is. We have three of our own. Victor said in his loud, booming voice, throwing his arm around his wife, who was smiling uncomfortably. Now, I won't waste any more of your time. We just came by to drop off this casserole to welcome you into the neighborhood. Victor continued as Marlene extended her hands to pass me the casserole dish. It did smell great. At that point, my upbringing kicked in. Would you like to come inside? I asked. Lindsay would kill me for letting anyone in while we were still unpacking, but I just couldn't bring myself to break this superstition I was raised with. After escorting Victor and Marlene to my kitchen, I put out a plate of bread and salt. I got confused looks from them, but they subsided after I also put out some water, whiskey, and the casserole that Marlene had made. We made small talk for a bit, and at some point Lindsay did come down with Lily to meet them. After another half hour of some awkward getting to know each other, Victor and Marlene got up to leave, saying something about getting some housework done before the week started. As Marlene left, Victor told her to go ahead so that he could tell me about something that he had forgotten to bring up. Marlene became visibly uncomfortable and left without another word. Victor turned to me and the large smile he had on all afternoon had left. Now, there's something you should know about this neighborhood, he began. It's very safe and has the nicest folks you'll ever meet. But every now and again he trailed off, not knowing exactly how to continue with what he wanted to say. Uh, every now and again something comes by. We're not exactly sure what it is. He continued on. I didn't understand what he was saying. What do you mean something? I asked. Well, that's just it. We're not sure what it is. It ain't human, I can tell you that much, Victor explained. Is it some kind of animal? No, it's. It's hard to explain, really. It ain't anything natural, I can tell you that much. Now, the important thing to remember is that it'll never hurt you. Or anything. It only comes around once in a blue moon and it'll just kinda knock at your door. When it happens, I usually just pull the blinds down and turn the TV volume up. It goes away eventually. At that point, I had no clue what to say. I just stared at Victor as if he would burst out laughing, saying that it was all just a joke that they like to play on the new neighbors. He didn't though. As we stood there in silence, he gave me a pat on the back and walked out the front door. We never brought it up again. Life moved on and we got sad, settled in our new home, and we even became good friends with Victor and Marlene. Over the next few months, after our initial encounter, Lily kept growing. And I could have sworn that she looked more and more like her mother every day. As we neared her first birthday, Lily started to become fussier and fussier. At first we chalked it up to things such as teething or nightmares. But it only became worse and worse. Then, on the night of her first birthday, we awoke to shrieks coming from her bedroom. We raced to her crib and found her crying. And with nothing, we tried soothing her. It became very obvious to us she was in pain. We raced to the emergency room where they took us in and ran all sorts of tests on our girl. After what seemed like an eternity of waiting, a stern faced doctor walked into the room. He asked us to sit down. I can't remember the start of the conversation. All I can remember is the word that caused the world around us to crash. Cancer. He went on to explain how the X rays had shown a rather large, highly inoperable tumor on Lily's brain. He went over our options, explained to us that it was within our rights to try chemotherapy. But given the size of the tumor, as well as Lily's young age, how it was almost certain to not have an effect. After the doctor left, we sat in that hospital room in silence for what appeared to be hours. Then silently packed up our things, took Lily and drove back home in complete silence.
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As soon as we entered the house, Lily left for our bedroom and shut herself in there while I set Lily down in her baby chair. The living room. After which I sat down in the kitchen and fought back tears. I sat there all day, barely moving for hours, getting up only to use the bathroom and to soothe or feed Lily when needed. This painful routine continued for days with hardly a word being spoken in the house. I was beginning to wonder if mine and Lindsay's relationship would be able to survive. I called my parents in tears and they promised that within a few days they would be there to help us out. On the seventh day after Lily's diagnosis, Lindsay was in the bedroom as per usual, while I was sitting at the kitchen table staring at nothing. While Lily was sitting in her baby chair in the living room. I hardly even noticed that the sun was setting until the bottom floor of the house was pitch dark. As soon as I flicked the light switch on, I heard a knock every day at the door. I was in no mood to entertain visitors, so I just sat back down at the kitchen table. The knocking wouldn't stop. One minute. Two minutes. After three minutes, I had lost my patience completely and I got up to tell whoever it was to buzz off. It had been a while since I had actually spoken, so as I walked up to the door, I. I carefully rehearsed in my head exactly what I would say once I had turned the knob and opened the door. I stopped dead in my tracks with my mouth agape. What stood there was definitely not human, or at least not anymore. It had two arms, two legs, a torso and a head. It also had a mouth, but no eyes or nose. It wasn't wearing any clothes, and all its flesh was a blackened color and appeared to have a slimy texture. Whatever it was, it gave off a foul stench, so much so that it took every ounce of strength I had to not vomit right there. I stood there in front of this creature for I'm not entirely sure how long. Once I had come to terms with the fact that. That this wasn't a nightmare or hallucination, I tried to figure out what to do. Should I go get the neighbors and ask them to bring their gun? I thought. Should I run inside, lock the doors and hide? I continued to stand there and think, half expecting what it was to at some point just lunge at me and kill me? On the spot. To this day, I am not entirely sure what caused me to do what I did. I must have been insane. I must have thought that my daughter is going to die anyway and that I might as well go too. Instead, I just stepped back past the doorway into my house, never taking my eyes off the creature. Once I was in the house, I stepped to the side and gestured with my hand. Come in. The creature took a few steps, slowly at first, but then picked up the pace to the point where it walked at the speed of a normal person, and then made it past the doorway and into my house. I'm insane, I'm insane, I'm insane. I kept thinking to myself as I walked into the kitchen. Feeling the creature's presence behind me, I turned around and there it was, standing in my kitchen. Having followed me in. Hands trembling, I reached into the cupboard and took out the old plate that my mother had gifted us when we had gotten married. From the pantry next to the cupboard, I took out a few slices of black bread and poured a generous amount of salt onto the unoccupied portion of the plate. With my hands still shaking and salt spilling from the side, I set the plate down on the table in front of where it was standing. It didn't take any of the bread or salt. Salt. And I wasn't even sure whether it could eat. To be honest. At that moment, Lily started crying. With everything that had been happening, I completely forgot that she was still in her baby chair in the living room. I saw the creature move its head in the direction of the living room. At that moment, I had started to regret what I had done. Even if my daughter was terminally ill, I didn't want her to die like this. This for what seemed like an endless amount of time, the creature had its head turned towards the living room. Listening to Lily's cries, I was ready to attack at any second if I saw it move an inch in her direction. Instead, it slowly turned its head towards the plate of bread and salt, took a slice of bread and ate it in one bite, bearing its rotten yellow teeth. Once it had finished, it turned its head in my direction, gave me a nod, and headed in the direction of the door. The moment it stepped past the doorway, Lily's cries stopped and I watched it disappear into the darkness. I stood there stunned, not knowing exactly what had just happened. After coming to my senses, I ran to close and lock the door and ran to grab Lily. When I had picked her up, I had noticed that she was smiling. It was the first time she had smiled in weeks. At that point, I cradled her the entire night, expecting her to start crying from pain again at some point. But she didn't. As the days went by, Lily seemed to always be in a pleasant mood. Soon it came time to take Lily into the doctor to examine our options once again, with Lindsay joining us. I decided not to tell Lindsay what had happened that night, figuring she was burdened with enough as it was. For the first time since we had gotten that terrible news, we appeared to be a family again. We sat in the waiting room expecting to hear bleak news once again. When the same doctor emerged from before, he didn't have the stern face he had the past week weak. Instead, his face was visibly confused. Complete remission. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. The doctor explained how they had run each test three times to be completely sure because they had no clue how it was possible. A tumor that big to just disappear within a week was supposed to be impossible. We returned home that day with our happy, healthy girl with a new outlook on life. Lily is now almost a teenager, and I'm grateful for every day I have with her. I won't pretend to say I have all the answers to life. I don't know if there's a God. I don't know if there's an afterlife. But I can tell you this. Never turn away a guest. So good. So good. So good.
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The Inexplicable Vanishing of Alex by Weird BryceGuy When Alex went missing. Our thoughts immediately went to the last person she had been seen with, a man named Craig, from whom she had received a ride home from work. They were co workers, Greg being newly employed in the freezer section at the store. They live in the same apartment complex, something they learned only when Alex was asking around for a ride, her car being in the shop at the time Craig offered, allegedly wanting to befriend someone at the job. As they talked, it was revealed that they lived just a flight of stairs away from each other. This, Alex must have thought, was quite a lucky coincidence. Alex is, well, was my girlfriend. When she failed to return any of my texts later that night, and when I heard of how she had arrived home, I admit that I assumed something had happened. Something which I believed was unforgivable. She had always been faithful, always the best girlfriend you could reasonably ask for, and yet I assumed she had suddenly developed a romantic or sexual appetite beyond what I could provide or had simply become tired of me. They were foolish thoughts, I know, considering what actually happened. The next day I went to her apartment, but she wasn't there. Not knowing which apartment room belonged to Craig, I went to their workplace where I found him performing his duties as normally as you could imagine, publicly confronting him. I asked what he and Alex had done last night and where she was now. Catherine, another co worker of Alex who had informed me of Alex's activity, tried to step in, but I am naturally short tempered and was at that moment irreconcilably hot headed. I believed Alex had cheated on me and that Craig had driven her to it. I told Catherine to stay out of the way. Craig turned to her and said it was alright, which just made me angrier. But despite my anger, Craig had a disarming way about him and I found myself listening to his words rather than punching his teeth in. He explained that he did in fact give Alex a ride home and that they had parted respectfully, with the only contact between them being their arms occasionally nudging against each other during the drive. He added that she had gone up to her apartment and he hadn't seen or heard from her since the next morning. He thought to wait for her, see if she needed a ride to work, but that she still hadn't emerged by the time he needed to leave without being late. Even though I had no proof that his story was true, it was at least plausible. Although I couldn't think of a reason for Alex to not only ignore or miss my calls, but to not come to our front door either. Before the shame of my dramatic outrage could cause my face to redden. I left the floor and went to the front, where I asked to talk to the manager. He recognized me from when I would occasionally give Alex rides to work and asked if I had seen her before. I could ask him the very same. The question now in the open, I became even more worried. I called her again. He did as well, but neither of us got an answer. Alex has only one parent, a mother with whom she hasn't had the greatest relationship. They hadn't spoken in almost two years, so I didn't bother contacting her. With nothing else to do, I went back to Alex's apartment, hoping that she had just found fallen into a deep sleep, I knocked for nearly a minute straight, but no one came to answer. Panicking, I pulled out my phone and called the police, then ran to the apartment's office, where I asked the landlord if she could unlock Alex's door. I explained the situation to her, and thankfully she was kind enough and familiar enough with me to appease my request. She opened and and entered, calling out Alex's name before allowing me to follow. She received no response and stepped aside so that I could head in. The apartment was just as I remembered it. Nothing out of the ordinary, nothing out of order, nothing broken or missing or oddly arranged. I went into Alex's bedroom, and to my surprise, I found her cell phone lying on her pillow. It still held half a charge. Alex always kept her phone locked, but after a few tries at the passcode, I managed to unlock it. The code turned out to be my birthday. It made me feel even more shameful about my assumptions regarding her activity the night before. I respected her privacy and only accessed her calls and texts, glancing the recipients and times of the latter, not the content. The most recent calls were from me and her boss. Texts as well. Nothing which would have given any clues as to her whereabouts. No late night invites to a party or a friend's house. Her social media profiles were similarly unhelpful. The police arrived shortly after, and I told them all that I knew regarding her disappearance. They got in touch with her job, spoke to her boss and Craig. The latter was given permission to leave work and come down to the apartment complex. The police even went so far as to access the security camera feed of the previous night, which the landlord offered without objection. And just as Craig had said, Alex was clearly seen leaving his car unharmed. They went their separate ways. Him inside his apartment, Alex up the stairs and into hers. Nothing happened in the time that elapsed between Their arrival and Craig's departure to work the next day. He was even seen waiting for her for several minutes before leaving work, just as he had mentioned doing when I first questioned him at the store. His story was straight confirmed at last. Alex had gone missing. And yet she hadn't left her apartment. But how? The police took their statements, offered their half hearted condolences, and made doubtful assurances about her discovery. They floated around the idea that perhaps she had gone out on her own for whatever reason, even though the security footage said otherwise. It's only been a short while. Give her time. It was obvious that that they weren't really taking things seriously. As expected, my alibi was also questioned, though I had no trouble accounting for my whereabouts during the time frame of her disappearance. I had been at work late night to the early morning shift, and because of this I was rather tired following my own inquiries and the police's questioning. My exhaustion must have been obvious on my face because Craig offered his couch for me to rest on. I was still at the apartment when the police had left. They hadn't even bothered to formally pose their questions at the station, merely asked them there at the apartment's office. I was initially put off by Craig's offer, my unfounded anger at him still lingering from earlier in the morning, despite the elimination of him as a suspect. But I was tired and didn't want to drive the distance to my own home when I could barely keep my eyes open. And as before, there was something potently calming about his demeanor. I felt a certain kinship with him, him being the last known person to have come into contact with Alex. So I begrudgingly accepted his offer, asserting that I'd only need maybe 20 minutes of rest before heading out. I followed him to his apartment and we entered together. His apartment wasn't unusual in any way and was largely undecorated with him, having just recently moved in. Some basic shelves held a few books. An undeniably old yet surprisingly comfy couch sat against one wall. A TV on one of those steel and glass stands against the opposite wall. I didn't venture beyond the living room. I had no need to. He showed me where the bathroom was, offered me a glass of water, and left me. My tiredness was greater than I thought. Within seconds, I was drifting off while Craig did whatever he needed to do in his room down the hall. Even though I had said that 20 minutes would have been enough to refresh me, actually being awakened about that much time later only made me feel worse. The cause of my awakening, a phone Notification had abruptly stirred me from my sleep. I reached in my pocket and withdrew my phone to check the notification, but found nothing. I hadn't received one. Another notification sounded off, this one coming from something in another pocket. I searched for it and found Alex's phone. I hadn't thought to offer it to the police as evidence, and being the dutiful detectives that they are, they hadn't thought to ask for it. I checked the notification. It was a promotional email from one of the restaurants that she liked to visit. Nothing pertaining to her disappearance. I would have put the phone away then and returned to sleep. My brain and body urged me to. But I noticed something which blasted away all thoughts of sleep from my mind. Alex's phone was connected to a WI FI network. I knew for a fact that the apartment complex didn't have a complex wide open WI FI network, and there weren't any businesses nearby which offered one either. I unlocked the phone and accessed the WI FI settings. Sure enough, she was connected to the network network on a Netgear router. And as my mind tried to understand this, my attention was drawn to something in my peripheral vision. On the floor next to the TV was a router. A Netgear router. I knew it was the one to which Alex's phone had automatically connected. Alex had been in the apartment before, long enough to receive the password for the WI fi. Two feelings over overcame me then. The first, rage, unfocused, untargeted, simply felt as a mounting tempest of emotion. Alex had been inside Craig's apartment. She had somehow eluded the detection of the cameras, even though there wasn't any feasible way for her to have done so. My old thoughts returned then. The thoughts which made Alex out to be a traitor, a liar. These thoughts brought me from the couch, led me storming down the hall towards Craig's room. But then the second feeling took over. Fear. Because what I hadn't initially noticed, what was only apparent once I had entered the windowless hall, was that it was oddly cold in the apartment. In the living room, the couch sat just beneath the window and sunlight had poured in to bathe the room in warmth. But farther away, there in the hull, it was absolutely freezing, well below any air conditioning's achievable lowest temperature. Something was artificially producing an atmosphere of extreme cold. Anger had driven me many steps, but fear had stopped me dead in my tracks. I wanted to turn back. Every alarm and instinctual signal in my brain screamed at me to leave, to forget about Alex and simply survive. But my conscience that thing we think makes us better than the rest of the animals impelled me to push on to enter Craig's bedroom, where I knew I would either find Alex or some major clue as to her location. So on through the chill I went. A veritable mist had arisen outside Craig's room. A threshold of frost rimmed the door. I grasped the knob and recoiled away. It was uncomfortably cold. Extending the sleeve of my shirt over my hand as a makeshift glove, I gripped the knob and pushed open the door. Seated in the center of the room in a steel chest chair with some sort of industrial coolant pump above her was Alex. Her skin was pale, almost blue. Her hair was a jagged mass of stalactites, her eyes and mouth frozen shut. She was plainly dead. Isn't she beautiful? Craig was sitting on a bed behind Alex. I hadn't even noticed him. The mist was much thicker and the room, the atmosphere much colder. I started shivering, and it was the absence of this reaction and Alex's body, which confirmed to me that she was dead, had been for a while. Craig rose from the bed calmly. He was plainly accustomed to the frigid temperatures, his body oddly resilient to them. He seemed to even enjoy the cold, which was insufferable to me, judging by the way he deeply inhaled before speaking. She's just been preserved at the height of her beauty. Not another day of age will assail her. I have captured her at her most pristine and will keep her in this way forever. You may join her if you'd like to. Just then I noticed his hand subtly move and saw, remote of some kind, prayer produced from his pocket. Before I could act or even see the exact nature of the device, he pressed a button and the room quickly grew colder. I felt my limbs stiffen, my skin tighten. The natural warmth of my body was quickly being snuffed out by some hyperborean blast. Thankfully, I hadn't been far from the door. Using what remained of my quickly dwindling straight strength, I turned and fled from the room. The cold air seemed to follow me, to almost envelop me as I raced down the hall into the living room and out into the open air where the sun still held dominance.
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I had escaped that frozen, unsunned nightmare. But Alex hadn't. I quickly ran to my car and dialed the police. As I pulled away, it still felt as if icicles floated around in my veins as I drove and even my thoughts seemed to have been slowed by the cold. But I wasn't going to stop until I was far away from that apartment. Officers were sent to investigate my claims, although from the way they responded to my half crazed explanation, it was obvious that they doubted my story. A few minutes later I received a call expecting them to ask me to come to identify the body or something, but instead they said that not only was Craig not at the apartment, but that it was empty as well. They found nothing which resembled a large refrigeration unit. They found nobody. They asked quite seriously for me to come back to the apartment complex, and before I hastily ended the call, I heard the officer or whisper to another send a car by his house too. Apparently they felt that my lie was evidence of some guilt in the matter. I didn't go home, instead drove to a motel where I have been staying for the last few hours. I don't know how Craig managed to eliminate the freezing cold in his apartment and transport Alex elsewhere in such a short time time. But I will find out. I will find him. It.
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