When Lisa and Jim returned from vacation, everything seemed perfectly normal until Lisa discovered mysterious containers hidden around their home, each filled with a strange, aromatic mixture. What began as a faint, peculiar smell soon revealed a chilling family secret.
My husband, Jim, and I had planned a two-week trip to visit my parents, so we asked his parents to house-sit and feed our pet turtles while we were away. It seemed like a simple favor, and we trusted them completely. They agreed readily, promising to take good care of everything while we were gone.
When we returned, everything seemed normal at first. The house was tidy, the turtles were well-fed, and there were no immediate signs of anything unusual. We unpacked our bags, grateful for the break and glad to be home.
However, a few days later, things started to feel a bit off. It began with a peculiar smell, faint but persistent, that I couldn’t quite place. I decided to do a thorough cleaning, thinking maybe some food had gone bad or something had spilled while we were away.
As I was cleaning, I opened the closet in our bedroom to put away some clothes and noticed a small plastic container tucked into the back corner. It was filled with a brown mixture that looked like a strange combination of herbs and oils.
I frowned, wondering what it could be. I carefully picked up the container, planning to show it to Jim later.
Later that afternoon, while tidying up the living room, I found another plastic container under the couch. This one was almost identical to the first, filled with the same peculiar brown mixture. A sense of unease began to creep over me. Why were these containers hidden around our house?
Determined to get to the bottom of it, I continued my search. In the kitchen, I found another plastic container hidden in the back of a cabinet, behind some pots and pans.
Then, in the guest bedroom, there was one under the bed. Each discovery made me more anxious. What were these containers for, and why had Jim’s parents put them here?
By the end of the day, I had found eight plastic containers in total. They were in the most unusual places: inside drawers, behind furniture, even in the attic. My curiosity turned to worry. I decided it was time to show my husband what I had found.
When Jim came home from work, I led him to the kitchen table, where I had placed all the containers. “Look at this,” I said, my voice trembling slightly. “I found these hidden all over the house. Do you know what they are?”
His eyes widened as he took in the sight of the containers. He bent down to examine one closely, then looked up at me sharply. “Don’t touch them! My mother…”
His words were cut off by the sound of a car pulling into our driveway. We glanced at each other, and he quickly went to the window. It was his parents. My heart pounded as I wondered what was going on.
“Stay here,” he instructed and headed downstairs to meet them.
I couldn’t resist following him quietly. From the top of the stairs, I could hear the tension in their voices. His mother was speaking in hushed tones, but I could catch fragments of the conversation.
“…didn’t think she’d find them so soon,” she whispered.
“What’s in those containers, Mom?” Jim demanded.
“It’s… it’s a secret. One we never wanted to involve you in.
I couldn’t take it any longer. I descended the stairs and joined the conversation, asking, “What is it? What’s in the containers?”
The tension in the air was palpable. Jim’s mother, Mary, looked genuinely remorseful as she began to speak.
“I need to explain,” Mary said, her voice shaky. “This isn’t something we usually talk about outside the family. It’s a burden we’ve carried for generations.”
Jim crossed his arms, his face stern. “Go on.”
Mary took a deep breath. “Our family has always been followed by dark spirits. It’s said to have started centuries ago, with an ancestor who dabbled in forbidden rituals. Ever since, these spirits have clung to our bloodline, causing misfortune and fear.”
I leaned forward, trying to wrap my head around what she was saying. “But what do the containers have to do with it?”
“They contain a mixture of herbs and oils,” Mary explained.
She continued, “It’s a recipe passed down through the generations. When placed strategically around the house, it creates a protective barrier that keeps the spirits at bay. We’ve always used it, and it’s kept us safe.”
Jim stood up abruptly, anger flashing in his eyes. “Mom, you know Lisa has severe allergies! You could have killed her with your ‘protective’ concoctions!”
My mother-in-law’s face went pale. “I… I didn’t think…”
Jim turned to me, his voice gentle but firm. “Did you open any of the containers?”
I shook my head. “No, I was cautious.”
Relief washed over his face, but he was still visibly upset. “Mom, you need to remove them. Now. I can’t believe you brought this into our home without considering her safety.”
My mother-in-law looked stricken, but she nodded. “Of course, we’ll take care of it immediately.”
As they began removing the containers, Jim took me aside. “I’m so sorry. I knew Mom was into this stuff, but I never thought she’d put you in danger.”
“It’s okay,” I said, squeezing his hand. “We need to make sure everything is safe now.”
“I understand it sounds strange,” she said, looking down at her hands. “But we’ve dealt with these spirits for so long. We thought we were helping.”
Jim shook his head. “I appreciate the intention, Mom, but you have to think about the consequences. Lisa’s health comes first.”
His father, who had been quiet until now, spoke up. “We truly didn’t mean any harm. We’ll find another way to keep the spirits at bay. Something that won’t risk anyone’s health.”
I nodded, feeling a bit more at ease. “Thank you. I just want to make sure our home is safe for everyone.”
As they left, Jim and I sat together on the couch, still processing everything. “What a mess,” he muttered.
“Yeah,” I agreed. “But at least it’s over now.”
“Let’s hope so,” Jim said, leaning back with a sigh. “Let’s just focus on getting things back to normal.”
But as I leaned against him, the thought nagged at the back of my mind: What if it wasn’t really over?
