Cartoon horror

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"the bird without eyes"

"the bird without eyes" 

"If anyone is reading this, it is because this is a prevention not to be taken lightly."

"Hello everyone, my name is Liora and I am the mother of Isabella, my daughter... who unfortunately died in a strange way, and I think that unfortunately the police will never know, and even if I look for it, it will never be resolved because my daughter's body literally vanished into thin air without anyone knowing...

But before we continue, I'm going to explain my story and my relationship with my daughter, which... how can I put it... not a healthy mother-daughter relationship, but a toxic one."

In June 1995, I gave birth to my daughter Isabella. Unfortunately, I was alone. My husband left me because he didn't want me to keep the child, but for me, it was the greatest reward and my greatest pride.

At 11 months old, she began to say her first word, which was "mom.....momm.......mommy....."

And that day, I burst into tears. I cried with joy. I couldn't believe it. I had told everyone, and everyone was happy. Then I met Ethan, where we immediately discovered each other and loved each other deeply, just like Isabella, who loved him like her father. And it was, how can I put it... crazy love, but of course, it was only a short-lived moment for my mother-daughter relationship.

Years passed, and from 2 to 9 years old, it was a healthy and magical relationship, but unfortunately, after she started puberty, she started talking to me badly, saying things like:

"You're just crazy, you're going to die."

or

"I hate you, I understand why Dad isn't here anymore."

And all that made me angry, and Ethan got angry with her and asked for more respect, but I always told him not to hurt her. I wouldn't want anything to happen to her, and Ethan agreed and just yelled at her. But as the years went by, around the age of 15 or 16, she began to say much harsher words to me, and she followed her friends' comments, telling me that now "I was nothing but the devil," that I had to die as quickly as possible, so she could get all the money back. And that night, I... I cried all night because I often asked myself the question:

"What did I do wrong?"

"Haven't I satisfied her enough?"

"What should I give her?"

"But I couldn't understand why, and that day changed my whole life and Ethan's."

JANUARY 1, 2012

Isabella was coming back from a party. I told her not to come home too late, but of course she didn't listen, and at midnight she still wasn't there.

I understood that she was enjoying her adolescence, but I wanted to protect her. Even if she spoke badly to me, I wanted to be there for her and only there for her. Then at 1 a.m. she called me:

-"HELLO Mom???"

-"Yes, darling?"

-"There's someone following me in the car."

-"WHAT??!!!! Who's following you?"

-"I don't know, but I'm scared, please come on, come on."

-"Where are you!!!!"

-"On Route 66, please, please... I'm scared..."

-"I'll be there soon, keep an eye on what you know."

(phone line cut)

-"ISABELLA HELLO!!!!"

-"ISABELLLLLLLLA!!!!!!!"

(You received a new photo)

"What the..." I reacted like that when I first saw her. She looked at me as if something had happened.

Then I called Isabella again and again, but to no avail. The only thing I received was this:

"If I'm not available now, it's because I'm busy. Call me back."

And every time I received the same ring tone, the same one all the time, and I panicked, asking myself first:

"Where is my daughter?"

"Is she okay?"

"Is she safe?"

"And what is this thing?"

A thousand questions raced through my head, and I didn't sleep that night. Ethan tried to calm me down, but to no avail.

The next day, I saw the news, and the reporter said, "Hello, an accident happened on Route 66, and no one was in the car, and everything was perfect, except that the pedals were gone."

And when I saw that, I burst into tears because I was thinking that my daughter was missing, or worse, that she was dead. Then suddenly, a notification rang on my phone, and I opened it and found it...

And underneath it was written "I'm sorry Mom I should never have behaved like that I'm sincerely sorry......." and when I saw that I thought who wrote that because for more than 2 hours she hadn't written to me and above all I don't know what this thing is? and it terrifies me even more and it was also written at the bottom "I am the one who destroys people who feel guilty" then he sent another photo finally I don't know who and this photo was Isabella who looked at the camera with a sad look repeating the words "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'M SORRY!!!!!!!" and since that day unfortunately dozens of people affected by guilt about something they did disappear all the time without us knowing the only thing I know is that I wanted to call this thing because it was not normal but had features of an old abandoned cartoon like an old dilapidated cartoon I called it

"the bird without eyes"

liora calerborta