The Unkillable Truth

Name: The Unkillable Truth
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Gavin

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My quiet dorm room shattered with the phone call that ripped my ordinary life apart. The police officer's grim voice delivered the unthinkable: my father, brother, and grandmother were deceased, and my own mother, Eleanor, was apparently their killer, now vanished. I abandoned university, returning to a house haunted not by ghosts, but by the unbearable silence and the world's cruel whispers of "The Miracle Cure Murders." They painted my mother, who'd miraculously recovered from a rare disease, as a monster who slaughtered her family. But none of it made sense; I knew only love in that house, and the inexplicable violence left me desperate for answers. For three years, I obsessively replayed the security footage, consumed by the incomprehensible truth. Then, a tiny detail emerged: my mother took nothing but Grandma Rose's vintage lace wedding dress, the one meant for me. This specific dress, a coded message in the chaos, sparked a desperate plan. I would stage a public wedding, an irresistible trap, to finally lure the vanished killer back and uncover the impossible truth.

Family Thriller Mystery Revenge Twist

Chapter 10

06-21 14:15

Introduction

My quiet dorm room shattered with the phone call that ripped my ordinary life apart.

The police officer's grim voice delivered the unthinkable: my father, brother, and grandmother were deceased, and my own mother, Eleanor, was apparently their killer, now vanished.

I abandoned university, returning to a house haunted not by ghosts, but by the unbearable silence and the world's cruel whispers of "The Miracle Cure Murders."

They painted my mother, who'd miraculously recovered from a rare disease, as a monster who slaughtered her family.

But none of it made sense; I knew only love in that house, and the inexplicable violence left me desperate for answers.

For three years, I obsessively replayed the security footage, consumed by the incomprehensible truth.

Then, a tiny detail emerged: my mother took nothing but Grandma Rose's vintage lace wedding dress, the one meant for me.

This specific dress, a coded message in the chaos, sparked a desperate plan.

I would stage a public wedding, an irresistible trap, to finally lure the vanished killer back and uncover the impossible truth.