Edna
6/19/2025, 3:06:43 PM No.40560218
>Here is the raw testimony, without interpretation, remarks, or conclusions, concerning the story coming from a poor soul, who experienced the loss of her only child, following events classified as "without consequences", for lack of evidence.
Tags: fantasy, writing, esoteric, occulte, poem, horor.
>Title: changeling
>The mother speaks
"First of all, I have to talk about the faces at the window, it started like that.
Faces at the window of my daughter's room.
They were far too thin, far too smooth, too mischievous to be human.
Especially since we are on the third floor.
>My daughter also saw them, she talked with them.
She had no fear about them.
She has disappeared.
>Everyone acted as if she had never existed.
I was forced to keep quiet, so that I would never sink into madness.
> I understood right away.
She's not my daughter.
>Everything reminded me of the change.
First of all, she doesn't look like me at all anymore.
It's not her
She learned exotic language, just for the pleasure of insulting a classmate of exotic origin.
It's not her
she drew scary creatures.
Giants, whose bodies are made of threads, very fine, like swarming hair, constantly changing shape, even on a simple drawing.
She said that it was a "polymorphous entangled entity"
What the fuck is that!
Excuse me.
>I remind you that she should have been four years old at the end of this year.
She's not my daughter.
>then, she disappeared
>I promise you, she flew out of the window, never fell, just flew away.
I never saw my daughter again.
> Completion of the investigation
During the investigation I came up against the same wall as the lady present here, and from the father and from the school and from the attending doctor and from the relatives of the concerned and from the friends of the girl in question, the people interviewed always answered me in the same way
"What girl?"
Tags: fantasy, writing, esoteric, occulte, poem, horor.
>Title: changeling
>The mother speaks
"First of all, I have to talk about the faces at the window, it started like that.
Faces at the window of my daughter's room.
They were far too thin, far too smooth, too mischievous to be human.
Especially since we are on the third floor.
>My daughter also saw them, she talked with them.
She had no fear about them.
She has disappeared.
>Everyone acted as if she had never existed.
I was forced to keep quiet, so that I would never sink into madness.
> I understood right away.
She's not my daughter.
>Everything reminded me of the change.
First of all, she doesn't look like me at all anymore.
It's not her
She learned exotic language, just for the pleasure of insulting a classmate of exotic origin.
It's not her
she drew scary creatures.
Giants, whose bodies are made of threads, very fine, like swarming hair, constantly changing shape, even on a simple drawing.
She said that it was a "polymorphous entangled entity"
What the fuck is that!
Excuse me.
>I remind you that she should have been four years old at the end of this year.
She's not my daughter.
>then, she disappeared
>I promise you, she flew out of the window, never fell, just flew away.
I never saw my daughter again.
> Completion of the investigation
During the investigation I came up against the same wall as the lady present here, and from the father and from the school and from the attending doctor and from the relatives of the concerned and from the friends of the girl in question, the people interviewed always answered me in the same way
"What girl?"
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