My Mother and Aunt Locked Themselves in a Room Every Week. One Day, I Overheard Them Say, ‘This Time, We’ll Switch the Girls One by One…’” I immediately decided to follow them. But what I witnessed the following week made me CALL THE POLICE… 😨‼️
My name is Margaret. I’m 46 years old.
My mother, Elizabeth, is 71, and her younger sister, Clara, is 68.
As far back as I can remember, they have always been inseparable.
Even after getting married, they met every week, drank coffee together, and talked for hours.
But over the past three months, their meetings had become increasingly strange.
Every Thursday, my aunt would arrive at our house carrying a large black bag.
My mother would immediately take her upstairs to the bedroom.
They would lock the door. And sometimes they stayed inside for four hours.
One afternoon, I brought them some tea.
The moment I opened the door, I noticed my mother quickly covering something on the table with a white sheet.
