Sometimes, people go to great lengths to find the right connections, and that’s exactly what happens in these stories. The wealthy characters in these tales wear cheap clothes, beg for money, and even pretend to be homeless to see the true nature of those around them. The results are surprising!
In these stories, our main characters deal with snobby rich parents who believe their daughters should only date rich men, wealthy guys who pretend to be nice just to win over wealthy women, and girlfriends who only want to marry rich men. Let’s dive into these intriguing tales:
1. My Son Wasn’t Good Enough for His Fiancée’s Parents Until They Found Out Who He Really Was
I’m Sam Sutton, and I invented an unbreakable engine sealant. I never thought it would affect my son Will’s love life. Suddenly, we had a lot of money, but I learned that money can’t buy everything.
There are two things money can’t buy: love and health. I found out about love the hard way when my wife, Rain, passed away, and I learned about health when Will grew up.
I raised my son alone after losing Rain. I made some mistakes, like spoiling him, but he turned out kind and loving. In high school, he became popular, but it was clear that people were more interested in my money than in him.
Will realized that the girls liked him for his wealth, not for who he was. One night, he came to me upset, saying, “Dad, the girl I love only cares about money.”
I told him to let her go, and he did. After that, he focused on genuine friendships.
One evening, he surprised me with a plan. “Dad, when I go to Yale, I want people to think I’m poor, like a scholarship student.”
I asked, “Why would you want that?”
He explained, “If people think I’m poor, they’ll like me for me.”
I thought it was a great idea. We got him second-hand clothes, and he went to Yale looking like he had nothing. The plan worked! Will made true friends and met a girl he really liked named Edwina, or Eddy for short.
By his third year, he was in love and ready to propose! I was worried he was too young, but he was certain. Eddy said yes, and everything seemed perfect… until he met her parents, Marta and Farlow.
They were wealthy and clearly disapproved of Will. When he visited for Thanksgiving, they barely hid their disdain. They didn’t want their daughter marrying someone they saw as a poor college student.
Eddy loved Will and insisted that we join them for Christmas. I later heard from Will that her parents were not happy about our invitation.
They agreed to let us come but secretly planned something else.
I decided to play along.
We took a Greyhound bus to their beach house in Narragansett, and I wore old, second-hand clothes. When Farlow picked us up, he looked at me like I was homeless.
During the visit, he bragged about his wealth, trying to make me feel small. But I stayed quiet, even when they gave Will a brand-new Porsche as a wedding gift on Christmas Eve. Farlow seemed to think he had won.
Then I pulled out an envelope and said, “Will mentioned you two are moving to New York. I hope this helps.”
Farlow laughed, “What is that? A list of shelters?”
Eddy opened the envelope and gasped. “Sam… is this real?”
Will hugged me, and Eddy turned to her parents. “Sam has given us the deed to a brownstone in Tribeca.”
Marta and Farlow were stunned. “But… you’re poor…” Farlow stammered.
I smiled and said, “I wanted my son to be loved for who he is, not for the $570 million he’ll inherit.”
After that, Farlow and Marta became Will’s biggest fans. My son and Eddy got married that summer. When they had a daughter, Rain, three years later, I bought the house next door to be close to them and help with my wonderful granddaughter.
2. I Thought I Was Marrying the Man of My Dreams Until I Saw His True Colors When Faced with Poverty
When my parents introduced me to Walter, I wasn’t excited about the arranged meeting. But when I saw him, I was stunned. He stood up in a sharp suit, his blue eyes shining in the dim restaurant light.
He smiled warmly and helped me into my seat, making my heart race.
“Ava, this is Walter,” his mother said proudly.
My mom, Hilda, nudged me and whispered, “What do you think?” I could feel myself blushing.
At first, I was unsure about this meeting, but Walter quickly changed my mind. He was kind, attentive, and everything I hadn’t expected.
A few weeks later, he proposed with a diamond ring, and I happily said yes!
We were set to marry in a week, and my parents loved him!
As the wedding day approached, I was overjoyed. One day, while shopping for my wedding dress with my friend Hillary, I overheard some women talking in the store. What I heard shocked me.
“Did you hear Walter, the blue-eyed playboy, is getting married?” one whispered.
“I heard his parents found him a millionaire’s daughter,” the other added.
I tried to brush it off. There are many Walters out there, and I didn’t want to believe my Walter was part of their gossip. But doubts crept in.
Later that day, as I drove to Walter’s house, I saw a group of homeless people and overheard one say, “That rich guy in the red car splashed water on us. It’s not even his money; it’s his parents.”
That hit me hard.
Could they be talking about Walter? I didn’t want to believe it. When I arrived, I heard him yelling inside.
“Get them out of here! I want them gone!” he shouted into the phone.
When he saw me, he softened his tone. “I was just making sure some homeless folks had shelter in this rain,” he explained.
I wanted to believe him, but something felt off.
That night, I couldn’t shake my doubts, so I called Hillary and told her my plan.
“I need to see who Walter really is,” I said.
To find out, I spent a few days with him. He seemed generous in public, but I decided to dig deeper.
I hired an actor, Joe, to pretend to be a homeless man at Walter’s favorite café. I wanted to see how my fiancé would react.
Hillary and I sat in disguise, watching closely.
At first, he seemed nice, paying for the man’s meal. But then Joe “accidentally” spilled coffee on Walter’s fancy sweater. Walter’s smile faded, and though he said, “It’s no big deal,” he looked angry.
What I didn’t realize was that he had spotted me and knew I was watching, so he pretended to be kind. After leaving the café, he took Joe outside.
But once they were out of sight, he grabbed Joe by the shirt. “If you say anything to Ava, you’ll regret it,” he hissed, then stormed off.
Joe ran away, leaving me unsure if Walter was really bad.
A few days later, two women approached me at a boutique. One looked serious and asked, “Are you the woman marrying Walter?”
I replied, “Yes, and I love him. Why do you care?”
“Don’t marry him. He’s not who you think he is,” she warned before leaving.
I hesitated to follow them but they were gone. I brushed it off but felt uneasy.
Eventually, I decided to test Walter one last time. When he arrived at the fancy restaurant, I was outside in disguise as a homeless woman.
When I approached him and begged for help, he smiled but barely acknowledged me. He reluctantly handed me some money before walking away.
Feeling guilty, I followed him inside to apologize. But when I grabbed his arm, he turned around and slapped me!
“I’m a woman!” I stuttered, shocked by his sudden anger.
“How dare you follow me?” Walter shouted. “I hate your kind!”
When I revealed myself, his face went pale. “Ava? What are you doing?”
“I see you for who you really are now, Walter. The wedding is off.”
Months later, my parents introduced me to another man named Brandon. He seemed charming and well-mannered. But I was cautious now.
As he smiled and introduced himself, I smiled back, already planning how to handle this one. I wouldn’t be fooled again.
3. When I Proposed to the Girl of My Dreams in a Shabby House, She Showed Me Her True Colors
I grew up in a sad home. My mother married my father for his money, and after having me, she moved on. I watched how heartbroken my dad was, knowing the woman he loved didn’t care about him.
She wanted luxury while he wanted love, and I vowed to never let that be my life. I would never marry a gold digger.
fter studying abroad in England and Australia, I returned home with no real connections. My mom had remarried and never contacted me, and I had just my dad and grandmother, which was fine.
No one knew I was Danton Hardy’s son, the heir to Hardy Industries, and I wanted to keep it that way.
One night, I said to my dad, “I was thinking, how about I start working at the company?”
His face lit up. “That’s great! You can start as vice president of marketing!”
But I shook my head. “No, I want to start from the bottom. Don’t tell anyone who I am. Just hire me as an intern.”
He looked doubtful. “You know the pay’s not great, right?”
“That’s fine. I can live at home,” I laughed.
So, I bought a modest second-hand car and got a few thrift-store clothes to start as a marketing intern. I loved it! I made friends, including Cynthia, another intern who became my best friend.
One day, while jogging, I bumped into a girl who spilled her coffee all over me.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” she said, her eyes wide.
“It’s okay,” I stammered, blushing.
She introduced herself as Heather, and we chatted about life and dreams. I found her so interesting and beautiful that I wanted to see her again.
I worked up the courage to ask her out, and to my surprise, she agreed!
Our first date was simple but perfect. We went to a taco truck, where we shared laughs and talked for hours. I couldn’t believe how easy it was to connect with her.
A few months later, I decided to propose. I knew I wanted it to be special but also wanted her to know my love for her was real.
I found a small, beautiful ring I could afford and planned the perfect evening. I wanted to propose in my grandmother’s old house, a place filled with memories of my past.
That evening, I picked her up, and as we walked to the house, I felt nervous but excited.
“I have something special for you,” I said, leading her inside.
As I opened the door, she gasped. I had decorated the space with fairy lights and flowers, creating a magical atmosphere.
“What’s this?” she asked, amazed.
I dropped to one knee and said, “Heather, will you marry me?”
But instead of the joy I expected, her face changed. “In this dump?” she exclaimed, looking around in disbelief. “You expect me to marry you here?”
I was heartbroken. “I thought you’d like it because it’s special to me,” I said, my voice trembling.
“No offense, but I deserve better,” she replied, turning her back on me and storming out.
I was crushed. I realized that all those nights of laughter and connection meant nothing to her. She wanted the flashy life I’d avoided.
Days later, my dad found me sulking at home and asked what was wrong. I explained everything, and he nodded. “Ava, people like that show their true colors when faced with hardship. It’s a blessing you found out now.”
After a few weeks, I decided I would show her. I called her up and asked to meet.
“Listen, Heather, I’m going to make my name mean something,” I said, planning to reveal everything.
I worked hard at my dad’s company and became known for my marketing skills. My dad believed in me and started trusting me with projects. He saw my dedication and love for my work.
Within a year, I helped double the company’s profits, and I finally revealed my true identity to my coworkers.
When I went to my childhood home for lunch with my dad, he smiled proudly. “You’ve done it, Ava.”
After that, I decided to throw a launch party for our new project. I invited everyone, including Heather.
When she showed up, I wore a tailored suit and greeted her.
“Wow,” she said, looking at me in shock.
“Welcome to my world, Heather,” I said, smirking.
She stuttered, “You look… different.”
I shrugged. “You said you deserve better. Well, I’m better now. Enjoy the party.”
As the night went on, I heard her whisper to a friend. “He’s changed.”
I chuckled, realizing I’d dodged a bullet.
Later that night, a woman named Jamie approached me. “You did great tonight. I love your vision for the company.”
I smiled back. “Thanks. I’m just getting started.”
We exchanged numbers, and as I walked away, I realized I’d found someone who appreciated me for who I truly was—not just my name.
Man Stumbles upon a Headstone in the Woods and Sees His Childhood Photo on It – Story of the Day
A man was gathering mushrooms with his family in the woods and accidentally discovered a headstone bearing his childhood photo. He investigated the locals around town to figure out how it was possible and learned about a dangerous cult that lived there long ago and the tragic fate of his family he never knew.
The wind bustled through a thick grove of scarlet oak as Travis, Eve, and their 8-year-old son Robin sauntered across the woods, gathering mushrooms for dinner. It was their favorite weekend hobby since moving to Maine to escape the brutally hot and muggy Texas summers.
The recent relocation to the quiet town nestled in the picturesque hills helped Travis, 34, cope with his health issues. Doctors had advised him to move to a less hot and warm place, so Maine seemed like a perfect choice to live in and make good money when his company offered him a transfer and promotion.
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It had been three months since they moved to this part of the Pine Tree State, and that calm and breezy afternoon seemed normal until Travis decided to venture deep into the woods — somewhere they’d not set foot in before. He was just curious to explore the region, that’s all.
Walking along the gravel path, Travis realized Brandy, their Doberman, was missing from sight. “He must’ve gone to pee,” he thought but started worrying when he heard the dog barking ferociously a few yards away. Travis followed Brandy’s loud barks and saw him sniffing something in fear, crouching back, and charging again.
“What is it, boy? Phwwwt, come here,” said Travis as he pushed through the dense, tall grass and walked further, only to be stunned at finding over a hundred tombstones there. Some were still in good shape. Some covered in moss and debris were eroded with the sands of time. But one particular headstone Travis encountered moments later startled him…
“Whoa, what is this place? And 1800s cemetery or something?” Travis’s hand went over his mouth in surprise as Eve and Robin followed him.
“Honey, I think we should go back. I don’t get a good feeling about this place. Look at those antlers…and these bones…and voodoo dolls. Oh my God, let’s go. This place is giving me the creeps,” Eve panicked, hunching her shoulders against the autumn breeze.
But by then, their son Robin had already ventured deeper and a little farther away from their sight. Suddenly, they heard him scream as though he’d seen a ghost. “Daddy…Mommy…Look, I found DAD’S PHOTO…I found DAD’S PHOTO!”
“I heard the tombstones were cursed … And the children who visited them died.”
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Travis and Eve’s hearts raced in fear as they bolted to the spot, only to freeze at what they found there. Robin was pointing his finger at a crumbled grave with a slightly tilted headstone bearing his dad Travis’s childhood photo. Wide-eyed and with trembling hands, Travis dusted the debris off the ceramic picture and was stunned at seeing the date of birth etched on it. It was January 29, 1984, his very own date of birth.
“This is unbelievable! What’s my photo doing out here…on this headstone?? And I don’t remember wearing this dull yellow shirt in my childhood. I don’t remember anything, but still, this makes no sense,” Travis was alarmed. He took out his phone and quickly clicked a picture of the plaque as Eve grabbed his arm, begging him to take them home.
“Let’s go from here, honey. I don’t get a good feeling about this place. Did you see that earthenware? And bones? I’m sure something weird was going on over here. This whole place looks haunted, and I think we’re not supposed to be here. And why’s this graveyard isolated from the rest of the town? Something’s gotta be wrong. Let’s just leave,” she said.
Travis immediately took his family out of the woods and marched to his jeep. But he was still plagued by the weird headstone bearing his childhood photo with the date of birth matching his.
“Babe, I can’t drive. I’m not able to focus…Can you just…”
Travis clearly couldn’t concentrate on anything after that. Eve switched to the driver’s seat and drove home while Travis sat tensed, biting his nails, and lost in deep thought.
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“Maybe I’m thinking too much…It’s just a photo, and it could be a coincidence. I heard we have at least six doppelgangers out there in the world! But…”
“But what, honey?” Eve chimed in, handing Travis a cup of hot tea as soon as they arrived home.
“This picture of this boy who looks like me,” he said, zooming into the photo of the headstone on his phone. “How did it get there? Is this little boy me? But I haven’t been to Maine all my life.”
“Babe, you’re just overthinking. You don’t remember anything about your childhood. Maybe it’s just a lookalike, as you said. Stop thinking about it and get the bacon from the fridge. I’m starving. Let’s make dinner…It’s your turn today.”
“But still, a little version of myself out in the woods on a tombstone? That’s kinda strange, don’t you think? Could this picture help me find any of my relatives…or parents who abandoned me? Is it connected to them by any chance?” Travis pondered, recalling the day he was mysteriously abandoned at a cathedral’s doorstep 31 years ago.
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Back then, on a rainy evening on March 11, 1987, Travis was found outside a church in Texas with a note in his pocket.
“This boy’s name is Travis. He was born on January 29, 1984. He’s 3 years old and needs help. Please do not send him back to where he came from.”
There was no surname or anything else mentioned on that note that could help Travis track down his origins in the later years. The priest and nun who found him were shocked at seeing his blood-stained clothes and immediately alerted the cops. But nobody could find out who the boy was and where he came from.
Travis was put in foster care and was then adopted by a Catholic couple in Downtown Texas. Growing up, the boy did have fragile memories of his birth parents, but his recollections of them faded with time. However, a strange dream of a woman running in the woods, holding a little boy, haunted him for several years through his adolescence.
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Travis kept getting this dream often, but he never gave it much thought. At some point, he even assumed it was just his mind playing tricks on him due to his thoughts about his lost parents and his fondness for trekking in the woods. He even wanted to find his family and know what had happened to them and why he was abandoned. But he never found a clue that could help him unravel the mystery.
Eventually, Travis gave up hopes of finding his family, and as time ticked away, he accepted his new life, married Eve, and moved on. But he’d never imagined his past, which he could never recall, would come back to him through a time-worn headstone and baffle him even more.
Travis tried to shake off the thought about the tombstone, but a part of him told him to investigate further. He went around town, asking people if they knew something about the deserted cemetery in the woods.
While some were frightened to even talk about it, some told him that only one person in the whole town could help him. Her name was Lois Woods, an 89-year-old widow who was the oldest resident in that neighborhood. Travis and Eve then arrived at the old lady’s doorstep to meet her the next day.
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“You sure she’d know something? I hope she doesn’t throw big eyes at us and walk away after hearing ‘cemetery in the woods’ like those in the café today evening,” Eve pressed Travis’s shoulder as they stood outside Lois’s woodhouse.
“Heard she’s the oldest in this neighborhood, and I’m sure she must know something,” said Travis as he clenched his fist to knock again. But the door creaked open, and on the other side stood an old, fragile woman holding a walking stick.
“Yes, how may I help you?” said Lois, unable to talk fast due to her aging mouth and missing teeth.
“Hey there! I’m Travis, and this is my wife, Eve. We moved here three months ago. And yesterday, we were in the woods near the town…picking mushrooms. And we…we saw these old tombstones there. Do you know anything about that place? It looks like a deserted cemetery, but why is it detached from the main town? And there’s this headstone with my….”
The rose on Lois’s saggy cheeks turned pale with fright as she stared right into Travis’s eyes. She immediately asked them to get in and slammed the door shut behind them.
“My dear, you’re not supposed to go there…and do you have young children?” she asked, sounding nervous.
“Yes, a son…Robin. He’s 8 years old.”
“Oh, dear… I’m afraid you’re not supposed to go anywhere near those woods with your son… it’s not safe to take little kids to that place.”
Travis and Eve were unsettled when Lois said this.
“Oh, well, I didn’t know that. We just moved here a few months back. We don’t know much about the woods and the cemetery there. Do you know about the headstones? And why is that place deserted? And take a look at this….” Travis showed Lois the photo of the headstone bearing his childhood picture. “Do you know this kid?”
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“I haven’t seen those headstones, and I don’t think I’ve seen this boy before…but I heard the tombstones were cursed, according to old folklore locals believe in this town,” said Lois. “And the children who visited them died. Maybe it’s just a myth, but I wouldn’t tempt fate.”
“That’s strange! But why would people put up headstones to scare only children? And we saw some strange earthenware and bones there,” Eve interrupted. “Voodoo dolls and weird knives made from bones.”
Lois sighed heavily before revealing something the couple had not come prepared for.
“When I was a teen, my grandma told me about this religious cult that lived in the woods since the late 1800s. Locals believed the men and women of that secret society hosted occult ceremonies and rituals at night to please their god and seek happiness in the afterlife. They even hosted strange sacrifices to choose their leader. Some decades later, one man was chosen as their crowned leader. I heard police stormed the cult after they kidnapped and sacrificed little children to satisfy their gods. Some said a couple with twins tried to escape from this cult, and they just disappeared into the woods. Many rumors kept spreading in town after the cult was taken down.”
“Oh, my God!” Eve gasped in horror as Travis clasped her hand tight. He was equally startled by what Lois had said.
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“I heard the police beat up the members of the cult and vandalized their homes and temple. Some were shot dead. Some arrested. And some fled. The cult vanished from the face of this town, but nobody knows for sure. People started avoiding going to the woods after that. Some years ago, local woodcutters came running from the forest, claiming they heard strange noises from north of the woods where you and your family visited yesterday.”
“I’m not sure how true these tales are…but there’s someone who can help you,” added Lois. “His name is Teddy…Teddy Sutton. His father was the inspector who led the team that stormed the cult and killed its last leader. For some reason, Teddy never mingles with people and keeps his life private. He lives with his cats and dogs. He is a bit cranky, so locals keep their distance from him. But you may still seek his help if you want to know the whole story. Everybody here says if there’s someone who knows that incident better, it’s Teddy. But he’s never talked about it to anyone. Still, you may try your luck.”
Travis and Eve stared into each other’s eyes, anxiety crawling up their gut. “Thanks, Mrs. Woods.”
“Miss Woods.”
“Oh, thank you, Miss Woods. It was nice meeting you. Where can we find Teddy? If you could please tell us…” Travis said.
“The last house at the end of this lane…with a broken chimney and dogs barking inside all the time…That’s Teddy’s.”
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“I don’t understand. Darling, let’s just go home. Why do you want to meet that man? He’s gonna tell us something spookier, which I don’t wanna hear, alright? Did you hear what she said? A cult and their strange rituals…And little children were killed in the woods. All this is scaring the pants off me. Please, let’s pick Robin up from his friend’s house and go home,” Eve pestered Travis.
“I know, honey…Even I’m a bit disturbed. But I need to find out what my picture is doing on that darn headstone. Did you see the date of birth below the boy’s picture? January 29, 1984…I was born on that date. So it has got to do something with me…if not me, then my parents who left me, or my family…or someone. I don’t know exactly, but I need to find out. Babe, please take the jeep and pick Robin up and go home. I’ll go meet Teddy alone.”
“No, I’m not leaving you. I’ll go with you,” Eve insisted.
The couple then arrived in front of a shabby house at the end of the lane and knocked on the door.
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“I hate doing this. It’s getting dark, and we’re going around disturbing people. I hope this man’s kind to us like Miss Woods,” said Eve.
The door then opened, and on the other side stood an old man, probably in his late 70s, holding a Bible.
“Gosh, I think we picked the wrong time. Hope he isn’t mad at us,” Eve whispered behind Travis.
“Yes??” the man spoke in a raspy voice.
“Hey, I’m Travis, and this is my wife, Eve. We moved here from Texas a few months back and…”
“What do you want?” Teddy interrupted, a cold, grim stare gleaming his eyes as he looked at his wristwatch to see the time.
“Hey, I’m sorry for disturbing you at this time. I actually wanted to ask you about the headstones in the woods…Do you know anything about them? Miss Woods, the old lady down this street, she told us that you know…so we thought you’d tell us something about that place.”
“I don’t know anything. GET OUTTA HERE!” Teddy said rudely, stunning Travis and Eve. He was just about to slam the door shut in their faces when Travis stopped him by showing the photo of the headstone on his phone.
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“Look, Mr. Sutton, only you can help us. I need to know some details about this place, particularly about the boy in this photo. Please tell me if you know something. It’s really important to me. I need to know what happened after your dad killed the cult’s leader. Please!”
Shock and fear pooled in Teddy’s eyes as he grabbed the phone from Travis’s hand and looked at the picture, zooming the little boy’s photo on the headstone.
“This picture…this boy…” Teddy stammered.
“Mr. Sutton, that’s my childhood picture, and I found it on the headstone in the woods I’ve never visited before.”
“I’m new to Maine, and this whole thing is driving me crazy. That’s why I’m here to ask you if you know something. Please help me if you do,” said Travis.
Sweat and tears rolled down an alarmed Teddy’s face as he immediately asked the couple to get in.
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“Do you have any other picture of you when you were little?” Teddy asked after a momentous silence, just staring at the headstone’s photo on Travis’s phone.
“Yeah, yeah, I do… It’s on my phone..”
Travis then showed the man a picture of him with his adoptive parents when he was 3-years-old. Teddy suddenly burst into tears as he gazed at the photo and revealed the gruesome incident that shook that part of the town on March 9, 1987.
“My dad, Billy, was a cop. He told me he was investigating something ‘mysterious’ going on in the woods. It was about a cult. My dad and his team then wiped away the secret society and even gunned down its leader.”
“On the previous night before the cult was taken down, something terrible happened to the boy whose picture is on that headstone….and it’s got something to do with you, I’m afraid,” Teddy added.
“With me? I don’t understand. I haven’t been to Maine before. I find my childhood picture on a headstone here…And I keep getting this strange dream of a woman running with a little kid in her arms. It doesn’t make any sense,” exclaimed Travis.
“Well, you’ll know now!” began Teddy.
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“The cult I’m talking about was something the locals in this town dreaded until the late ’80s,” said Teddy. “The men and women worshipped a deity and were part of a secret society that detached itself from the town. They were known for their strange rituals, voodoo, and midnight sacrifices, the sort of which still frighten many.”
“Miss Lois told us the cult had these rituals of human sacrifice…Did they kill young children? I heard that’s why the cops stormed and wiped the cult away.”
“They did have ceremonies and rituals, but human sacrifice was not a part of any,” added Teddy. “They lived in the forest and only visited the town to sell their handmade goods, honey, and pottery. They followed strict rules and never mingled with the locals except at the fair, which would last three days. That’s how my younger brother, Shawn, met her!”
“Met who?”
“Your mother!”
“What?? My MOTHER??”
“Yes! Your mother, Nedaara. Shawn was a photographer and was planning to go to New York to start a studio. When he heard the cult was coming to the fair in town, he wanted to click their pictures to put up in his studio. And that’s how he met Nedaara, the cult leader’s youngest daughter.”
“What happened after that?”
“Whatever happens to a young, handsome man in his 20s when he locks eyes with a beautiful, young girl! Shawn fell in love with Nedaara at first sight without knowing she was the cult’s leader’s daughter. She started sneaking out to meet him, and they dated for two months. One day, Nedaara came crying to our house, saying somebody had told her dad about Shawn and their secret meetings. Afraid of losing her, my brother braved into the woods to meet Nedaara’s father and ask for her hand in marriage. Shawn should’ve thought twice before taking this foolish step, but it was too late, and he’d called this upon himself. Maybe I should’ve not let him go,” cried Teddy.
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“I waited the whole night, but my brother didn’t come home. Only I knew where he’d gone. I didn’t tell our dad. He was busy in the station. Maybe I should’ve told him. Had I done that, then maybe Shawn would’ve been with me today,” tears gushed into Teddy’s eyes when he said this.
“What happened to your brother? He never returned after that?” Travis gasped.
“He did…Shawn did come back to collect his things the next morning. He told me the girl’s father had agreed to get them married, but only if Shawn detached himself from the town and joined their cult. I wanted to stop my brother, so I told my dad everything. We tried to convince Shawn to change his mind, but love had spread in his heart and soul like venom. Dad even offered to set up a new studio for him in New York. But Shawn refused and left.”
“My brother and Nedaara then married in the forest after some weird rituals. He was not allowed to visit the town or us, but I used to sneak into the woods to meet him. He told me he wanted to come back home. He cried, telling me about the strange practices that were hosted there every other day. The cult often starved and drank animal blood. My brother was forced to do it since he was a part of them. Couples were allowed to sleep together in one hut only a few times a year if the leader permitted them. He told me his wife was pregnant, and eventually, she gave birth to twin baby boys.”
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“When the babies turned three, Shawn and Nedaara had hatched a plan to flee from the cult. They sought help from a friend, thinking he would help them. Unfortunately, he was the leader’s sidekick and spy. On the night of March 8, 1987, my brother and his wife took their kids and were about to flee from the woods, but they were caught and shot dead. One kid among the twins was killed too. Nobody knew what happened to the other kid.”
“Jesus Christ…that kid whose photo is on the headstone…” Travis cried.
“Yes, he’s your twin brother!”
“But how did I end up in a church in Texas?”
“My dad and his team stormed the cult the next day when they got a tip about Shawn’s murder. A woman who was an occultist in that cult was arrested, with a few others. She told us about Shawn and his wife and their children and even claimed she’d wrapped the other boy in a blood-stained blanket and hid him in the bush to save his life.”
“She said she’d carried the unconscious boy to the road and gave him to a driver in a passing truck, leaving a note bearing the child’s name and date of birth. She had asked the driver to leave the boy in some orphanage or church and claimed she didn’t know the truck’s final destination. We didn’t believe the woman and thought the other boy was killed too. But his body was missing.”
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“I think that truck’s final destination was Texas!” said Travis tearfully, unable to process the whole truth of his origins. He cried into Teddy’s shoulders because, at this point, he understood that the old man was none other than his paternal uncle. Travis cried for a good long ten minutes when Teddy showed him his dad Shawn’s old photos. Travis held a part of his origins in his hands for the first time, his heart bleeding with pain and regret.
“Is he my dad?”
Teddy was too heartbroken to react, so he just nodded, snapping away his tears.
“Honey, I want a minute with you. Can you please come aside?” Eve whispered in Travis’s ears. She was still not convinced that Teddy could be her husband’s uncle.
“Look, different people have been telling different tales about this place and that cult. He’s old and could be having issues with his memory. You don’t even have your birth parents’ picture, and you haven’t seen them. How do you know that the man in this picture is your dad? Honey, listen, you still need to verify, alright?”
A part of Travis had already crumbled after hearing the truth from Teddy. But another part of him told him to verify the man’s claims and the depth of his truth. So a few days later, Travis and Teddy took a DNA test.
When the results arrived a few weeks later, Travis was shattered completely. Teddy Sutton, brother of the late Shawn Sutton, was indeed his paternal uncle!
“I don’t know how to process this,” Travis confided his anxiety to his wife. “I wanted to find my family all my life and know why they abandoned me. But now, I feel I shouldn’t have looked for them. The truth about their tragic fate could’ve been buried in their graves forever.”
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What can we learn from this story?
- Follow your instincts because you may never know what you might discover as an answer to all your questions. After accidentally finding his childhood picture on the headstone, Travis decided to find out why and how it was there. He met his neighbors and eventually learned that the little boy whose photo was on the headstone was his twin brother.
- There is a reason why things happen a certain way in your life. Travis relocated to Maine with his family from Texas as part of his personal and professional growth. But little did he know that he would eventually unravel the mystery of his dead parents and twin brother he’d never seen before.
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