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 mother hesitated.

Then she answered:

“Some things are better left unknown until the right time.”

I barely slept that night.

Two days later, my mother went shopping.

I entered her bedroom.

The black bag was inside her wardrobe.

I knew I shouldn’t go through someone else’s belongings.

But my anxiety was stronger than my hesitation.

I opened the bag.

Inside were children’s dresses, several pairs of shoes, photographs, and a small notebook.

The pictures showed girls between six and ten years old.

On the back of each photograph was a name.

“Lily — 7 years old.”

“Sophia — 9 years old.”

“Emma — 6 years old.”

Beside the names were numbers written in red ink.

On the first page of the notebook were the words:

“Phase One — Completed.”

On the next page:

“Phase Two — Switch the girls one by one.”

A cold shiver ran through my body.

Suddenly, I heard the front door opening.