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Our front yard, usually a neat arrangement of driveway, garden, and a small paved walkway, was no longer recognizable. The entire entrance was now inexplicably covered with dozens of brown statues. Griffins, serpents, twisted, almost demonic beasts – a grotesque menagerie of mythical creatures, meticulously arranged. For a fleeting second, I wondered if it was some bizarre yard sale, but not a single one of these monstrosities belonged to us. I instinctively ran to the gate, half-expecting to find it carelessly left open. Instead, it was locked tight, every latch secured. I simply stood there, my mind reeling, trying desperately to comprehend how, in the span of mere minutes, this eerie collection had materialized so perfectly outside our home. My head was spinning with a disorienting dizziness. Seeking a moment's reprieve, I headed to the ground-floor bathroom to splash water on my face. As I stepped back into the hallway, a compulsion drew my eyes to the yard once more. And that's when I saw her. A woman. Standing perfectly still beside one of the griffin statues. Her hair, stark white and streaked with gray, gave her the unsettling aura of an ancient fortune teller. She wasn't moving, just staring intently at the statue, her lips murmuring something I couldn't possibly distinguish. I blinked, and in that instant, she was gone. Dismissing it as a trick of my tired mind, I turned back to the sink, resuming my task of washing my face. But then, in my peripheral vision, I caught a fleeting movement – a shadow passing the hallway entrance. A woman in a long dress, heading toward my mother’s room. It must be Mom, I reasoned, just Mom. I dismissed the unease. I leaned over the sink again, rinsed my face, then glanced toward the hall. Another shadow stirred, a flicker at the edge of my sight. “It’s just Mom,” I tried to convince myself, my voice a hollow whisper. “Stop overthinking.” I made a mental note to deal with the statues soon, before the dog could get at them. I washed my face one last time, looked up at the ceiling, trying to clear the growing fog in my head, and then lowered my gaze— She was standing right there. The same woman from the yard. To my left. Mere inches away. Her eyes, cold and piercing, bored into mine, freezing every nerve. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. My body went completely stiff, as if encased in ice, an invisible force holding me captive. I tried to scream, but no sound, no gasp, escaped my throat. Then she spoke, her voice a low, eerily calm current against the silence. “I’m your mother, son. There’s no reason to be afraid. Don’t say a word. Bring the griffin statue inside… I’ll take care of the rest.” The moment her gaze shifted, my voice returned in a rush of pure terror. I screamed with everything I had – “MOM!” My mother burst into the bathroom, her eyes wide with alarm. I tried to explain what had just happened, still shaking violently, but before the words could fully form – the witch was standing directly behind her. My mom turned, her eyes widening in horror as she saw her, and let out a deep, guttural scream that tore through the quiet of the house, reverberating off the walls. I yelled at my grandmother to run, to follow my mom, but before I could move a muscle, the witch’s eyes met mine once more. Everything inside me froze again. She whispered, "Bring the statue inside." And my body obeyed. Against every fiber of my will, I walked outside, picked up the griffin, and began carrying it back toward the house. Each step felt heavy, unnatural, as if my feet moved independently of my conscious mind. 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