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At first, everything seemed completely normal. But as more neighbors arrived at our housewarming party, the evening quickly took an unexpected turn. All of them were wearing the same odd red gloves, hiding something we couldn’t quite understand.<\/p>\n
Regina and I were overjoyed when we bought our dream home\u2014an elegant Victorian house in a quiet neighborhood, full of charm and friendly people. We thought we’d found the perfect spot. Little did we know, our housewarming would open the door to a side of the community that still gives me chills.<\/p>\n
\u201cGabby, can you bring the cheese platter from the kitchen?\u201d Regina called out from the living room.<\/p>\n
I happily made my way to the kitchen, excited about meeting all our new neighbors. \u201cComing, babe!\u201d I responded, carefully carrying the platter back.<\/p>\n
Regina gave me a radiant smile. \u201cThis is going to be perfect,\u201d she said, squeezing my arm.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know,\u201d I replied, grinning. \u201cIt\u2019s hard to believe we finally have our own place, and in such a great neighborhood!\u201d<\/p>\n
The doorbell rang, and we shared an excited look before opening it to greet our first guests.<\/p>\n
At first, everything seemed fine. The house was filled with lively conversations and laughter as our neighbors enjoyed wine and shared stories about the neighborhood.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re going to love it here,\u201d Mrs. Harper, our elderly neighbor, reassured us. \u201cIt\u2019s such a close-knit community.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI can tell already,\u201d I said, taking a sip of my drink. \u201cEveryone\u2019s been so welcoming.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, just wait,\u201d Mrs. Harper replied with a wink. \u201cYou haven\u2019t seen anything yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
As the night wore on, I began to notice something odd. At first, it was subtle, but soon it became impossible to ignore: every guest was wearing red gloves.<\/p>\n
I nudged Regina, whispering, \u201cHey, do you notice the gloves?\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked around the room, frowning. \u201cYeah, that\u2019s strange. Maybe it\u2019s some kind of local tradition?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut it\u2019s the middle of summer,\u201d I pointed out. \u201cAnd they\u2019re all the exact same shade of red.\u201d<\/p>\n
I tried to brush it off, but unease settled in my stomach. No one took off their gloves, not even when eating, drinking, or when it got warm inside. Some even seemed to hide their hands when we looked too closely.<\/p>\n
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\nClose-up of a woman at a party wearing a pair of red gloves | Source: AmoMama<\/p>\n
Curiosity got the better of me, so I approached Mrs. Harper, who was nibbling on a canap\u00e9.<\/p>\n
\u201cThose are some interesting gloves, Mrs. Harper,\u201d I said casually. \u201cAre they part of a special occasion?\u201d<\/p>\n
She stiffened for a moment, her smile faltering before quickly returning. \u201cOh, these? Just a neighborhood tradition. You\u2019ll get used to it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA tradition?\u201d I pressed. \u201cWhat\u2019s it about?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mrs. Harper glanced around, lowering her voice. \u201cWell\u2026 it\u2019s something we all agreed upon a long time ago. You\u2019ll understand soon enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut why red?\u201d I asked. \u201cAnd why gloves specifically?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mrs. Harper\u2019s eyes darted around the room. \u201cNow, now, Gabriel. All in good time. Why don\u2019t you go check on your other guests?\u201d<\/p>\n
Before I could ask more, she quickly scurried away, leaving me even more confused.<\/p>\n
As the guests started leaving, Regina and I exchanged uneasy glances. Something felt off, but we couldn\u2019t quite figure it out.<\/p>\n
\u201cThanks for coming, everyone!\u201d Regina called, waving to the last few guests.<\/p>\n
We shut the door behind them, exhaling with a mix of relief and confusion. \u201cWell, that was\u2026 something,\u201d I muttered.<\/p>\n
Regina nodded, her brow furrowed. \u201cDid you notice how they avoided talking about the gloves when we asked?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah,\u201d I replied. \u201cAnd Mrs. Harper changed the subject so quickly.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI did,\u201d Regina said, biting her lip. \u201cAnd did you notice that no one took their gloves off? Not even once?\u201d<\/p>\n
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Close-up of a person at a party wearing a red glove | Source: AmoMama<\/p>\n
We stayed up late that night, discussing the gloves and the cryptic comments we had heard. The next morning, as we were cleaning up, Regina found a small note slipped under our door. Her face turned pale as she read it aloud:<\/p>\n
\u201cWelcome to the neighborhood. Don\u2019t forget your red gloves. You\u2019ll need them soon.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGabby, what does this mean?\u201d she gasped.<\/p>\n
I took the note and read it again. \u201cI don\u2019t know, but I\u2019m starting to wonder if moving here was the right choice.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShould we call the police?\u201d Regina suggested, wringing her hands.<\/p>\n
I shook my head. \u201cAnd tell them what? That our neighbors wear matching gloves and left us a strange note? They\u2019d think we\u2019re crazy.\u201d<\/p>\n
Over the next few days, our neighbors continued to suggest we get our own red gloves, which was starting to feel more and more unsettling.<\/p>\n
One morning, while I was picking up the mail, Mrs. Harper approached me, her expression serious.<\/p>\n
\u201cGabriel, dear,\u201d she said, lowering her voice. \u201cThe gloves aren\u2019t just a tradition. They protect you from the Hand of the Forgotten, a spirit that haunts this area. Everyone wears them to stay safe.\u201d<\/p>\n
I blinked, surprised. \u201cI\u2019m sorry, the Hand of the\u2026 what? A spirit?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mrs. Harper nodded, her face grave. \u201cYou\u2019ll see for yourself soon enough. Don\u2019t wait too long to get your gloves.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at her, trying to process what she had just said.<\/p>\n
That evening, I told Regina about the conversation. We both laughed it off, dismissing it as some small-town superstition. But soon after, strange things started happening.<\/p>\n
It began with little incidents: garden tools mysteriously moved, strange symbols scratched into the dirt around our house. Then came the whispers and footsteps outside our windows at night.<\/p>\n
One morning, Regina called me into the backyard. \u201cGabby, look at this,\u201d she said, her voice trembling.<\/p>\n
I followed her gaze to a crude drawing of a hand with long fingers scratched into the dirt.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you do this?\u201d she asked, wide-eyed.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d I replied, shaking my head slowly.<\/p>\n
\u201cGabby, I\u2019m scared,\u201d Regina whispered, clutching my arm. \u201cWhat if Mrs. Harper was right?\u201d<\/p>\n
I put my arm around her, trying to sound calm. \u201cIt\u2019s probably just some kids playing pranks. Nothing to worry about.\u201d<\/p>\n
The final straw came when we found a small voodoo doll wearing red gloves on our front porch. Regina and I stared at it, chills running down our spines.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s it,\u201d I said firmly. \u201cWe need answers.\u201d<\/p>\n
We called for a neighborhood meeting and invited everyone over. As our living room filled with red-gloved neighbors, I took a deep breath and spoke up.<\/p>\n
\u201cAlright, what\u2019s going on with the red gloves? We\u2019ve found strange things around our house, and it\u2019s starting to freak us out. Is this some kind of joke?\u201d<\/p>\n
To our surprise, the neighbors exchanged amused glances before laughing. Mrs. Harper stepped forward, still chuckling.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, Gabriel, Regina, you two were such good sports. I think it\u2019s time we told you the truth.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mrs. Harper explained that the gloves, the spirit, and the eerie occurrences were all part of an elaborate neighborhood prank.<\/p>\n
\u201cEvery new couple gets the same treatment,\u201d she said, grinning. \u201cIt\u2019s our way of welcoming you and seeing how you handle a little fun. And I must say, you two did splendidly!\u201d<\/p>\n
Regina and I were stunned, but as the truth sank in, we couldn\u2019t help but laugh along with them.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo all of this was just a prank?\u201d I asked, shaking my head in disbelief. \u201cThe gloves, the whispers, the creepy symbols?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mrs. Harper nodded, still smiling. \u201cExactly! It\u2019s a little test of your resolve, and you both passed with flying colors. Welcome to the neighborhood!\u201d<\/p>\n
A few weeks later, Regina and I invited all the neighbors over for a \u201cthank you\u201d dinner, letting them think it was just a casual gathering.<\/p>\n
We had a plan. We bought realistic-looking fake bugs and hidden them around the house.<\/p>\n
As the evening went on, our neighbors found the \u201csurprises\u201d we\u2019d planted.<\/p>\n
Mr. Richards jumped back from his seat, yelping, \u201cWhat the\u2014! There\u2019s a spider in my napkin!\u201d<\/p>\n
Mrs. Harper laughed as she pulled a fake worm from her drink. \u201cOh, you two! You really got us good!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPayback\u2019s a bug, isn\u2019t it?\u201d I quipped, earning laughs and groans from everyone.<\/p>\n
The room erupted in laughter, and we all realized we had become a part of something fun and playful in our quirky new neighborhood.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe learned from the best,\u201d Regina said with a wink.<\/p>\n
As the night wrapped up, Mrs. Harper smiled at us. \u201cYou two will fit in here just fine.\u201d<\/p>\n
I grinned back. \u201cGlad to hear it. And don\u2019t worry, we\u2019re keeping our red gloves. Just in case!\u201d<\/p>\n
With that, we knew we had truly found our place in this community.<\/p>\n
As the last guests left, Regina leaned into me, smiling.<\/p>\n
\u201cI think we\u2019re going to be very happy here.\u201d<\/p>\n
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\nA couple holding hands | Source: Unsplash<\/p>\n
I kissed her on the top of her head, grinning. \u201cI think you\u2019re right. But next time we move, we\u2019re asking about any neighborhood \u2018traditions\u2019 before we sign anything!\u201d<\/p>\n
We laughed, heading back inside, feeling at home in a place full of new friends and memories waiting to be made.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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