30/07/2025
"He Married His Mother"
His name was Elias. A quiet man. Kept to himself.
People didn’t think much of him until the day he said he was getting married.
No one had ever seen his fiancée. He just said she was “someone special from far away.”
The wedding was private. No family. No friends. Just a quiet ceremony with a priest who didn’t say much either.
Then they moved into an old house on the edge of town. It used to belong to Elias’s parents, but they’d been gone for years.
That’s when things started to feel… off.
A neighbor swore they saw his wife looking through the window — and she looked exactly like Elias’s mother from back in the day.
Another neighbor said they heard her calling him by his childhood nickname. Not in a sweet way — more like a mother scolding her son.
Someone broke into the house one night. Out of curiosity. What they found was strange.
Only one bedroom. Only one toothbrush. And in the living room, a photo — an old one — of Elias as a baby… in the arms of the woman he now called his wife.
That woman was his mother.
People whispered all kinds of things after that. Some thought he’d gone mad from grief. Others said it was some kind of obsession. A breakdown. Maybe he couldn’t let go of the past.
But one day, Elias and the woman disappeared. No warning. No goodbye.
The house was still there, but empty. No trace of anyone living in it.
Just a note on the table. In Elias’s handwriting.
“She raised me. She loved me. She was all I ever needed.”
(This story is purely fictional. Any similarities to real people or events are coincidence.)