The Faceless Photograph
The dusty box of old photographs sat on the floor of Grandma Eleanor’s attic, untouched for decades. Sarah found it while sorting through her late grandmother’s belongings. She loved history, and these photos would be a glimpse into a forgotten past.
One by one, Sarah studied the faded images of her ancestors: stiffly posed families, solemn faces, and sepia-toned memories of a simpler time. Then she found it.
A photograph of a family—a mother, father, and two children—standing in front of a large farmhouse. Except none of them had faces. Their heads were featureless, smooth like porcelain. Sarah shuddered.
Flipping the photo over, she read the note scrawled in faint ink: "Do not speak of them."
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