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…

One of the windows was slightly open. From inside, I heard my aunt’s voice.

“Hurry up! We’ve already prepared the first girl.”

My mother replied:

“Don’t bring the second one in yet. We need to see how she reacts first.”

Then I heard a child crying. I couldn’t take another second. I called the police and explained that I was concerned about the children’s safety.

Then I entered the building. At the end of the hallway was a large door. I could hear voices coming from inside.

I pushed it open. And froze. Two little girls were standing in the middle of the room. One was wearing a beautiful pink dress.

The other was dressed in old, worn-out clothes. My mother was kneeling in front of them, holding a pair of scissors.

“MOM! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

Everyone turned around. My mother was so startled that she put the scissors on the table.