Background

Echoes of a Lost Sister – Suspense, Drama and Horror Stories

Article arrow_drop_down
Echoes of a Lost Sister - Suspense, Drama and Horror Stories

Echoes of a Lost Sister – Suspense, Drama and Horror Stories – A Journey Through Grief, Shadows, and the Power of Connection

My name is Ximena, I am ten years old, and I live in a house that, while it looks perfect from the outside, hides shadows that not everyone would notice. My family… well, they’re a bit strange. My mother, while affectionate with me, has always been distant. I’ve never lacked her love, but it feels cold, detached. My father… I barely see him. He’s always working, absent, but thanks to him, we live comfortably. The truth is, I don’t feel his absence as much as I do that of my older sister.

She, Sofía, is different. She’s seventeen, but she seems to have lived an eternity of torment that no one can understand. She’s always angry, doesn’t smile, and locks herself in her room to draw for hours, sometimes whole days. I watch her from a distance, and although I can’t understand why she’s like this, I know something inside her is consuming her. Mom never pays much attention to her. In fact, it’s always been that way.

One day I overheard Mom talking to Grandma on the phone. She said that Sofía had always been a bit strange, repressed. She told me that when she was my age, she began to change, that something broke in her when she turned twelve. Mom attributed it to adolescence, but something in her voice made me doubt. It was as if she knew something she wasn’t saying, as if there was a dark truth she refused to accept.

It was no surprise that Mom simply stopped paying attention to Sofía. I, on the other hand, was always watching out for her. Despite her anger and coldness, I loved her. One day, she surprised me. She opened the door to her room and, for the first time in a long time, came out. She walked towards me and hugged me. Her arms were strong, but what surprised me most were her eyes. She looked at me in a way I had never seen, with a tenderness and sadness so deep that it made me feel strangely comforted and scared at the same time.

“I will always be here, watching over you,” she whispered in my ear. Then she pulled away and locked herself back in her room.

That was the last contact I had with her.

Things continued in their strange way at home. Mom would brush my hair and dress me in nice clothes, but she had never done that with Sofía. Never. It was as if something had broken in her when Sofía was little, and since then, Mom didn’t know how to love her. With me, it was different, but that difference hurt. It hurt because I knew Sofía felt it.

Days passed, and Sofía remained locked in her room. Sometimes, Mom didn’t even notice her absence. My father came home late, as always, and didn’t ask about us. One night, Grandma came to visit. She always treated me sweetly, bringing me sweets and hugging me with love. She asked about Sofía, but Mom, with a voice that sounded so cruel, replied:

“She must be in her room… as always.”

I remember Grandma going to her door, knocking two or three times, but there was no response. She stood there for a while, in silence. Then she shouted through the door:

“I love you, daughter. I’ll come soon. I hope to see you. Take care.”

She waited a few more minutes, as if somehow her love could cross that door and reach Sofía. But nothing happened. Eventually, she left.

The next day passed without any news. However, I began to notice something strange. Sofía hadn’t come out to get food or water, as she usually did at dawn. I knocked on her door, but there was no response. “She must be very focused on drawing,” I thought. But the days kept passing, and that door remained closed, unchanging. My mother didn’t even notice.

Until suddenly, something changed in the atmosphere of the house. A nauseating smell began to fill the hallways. At first, it was a faint hint, but soon it became unbearable, putrid, disgusting. I didn’t know how to describe it, but I felt it in my chest, a pressure that crushed my soul. I approached Sofía’s room, the place that had been her refuge for so long, and suddenly I knew deep down what had happened to my sister.

That day was Sunday, the only day my father was home. Together with my mother, they broke down the door to my sister’s room. She was there, hanging, her body rigid, her tongue out, her red eyes seemed to be flooded with blood, her body looked purple but white at the same time, and the smell in that room was so terrible that we all vomited.

I couldn’t believe what I saw. My mother was left speechless, unmoving, with no facial expression that showed she was truly sad. My father seemed not to care much, and I wondered why they behaved that way after seeing my sister’s body like this, after seeing her sad face. They didn’t seem to care much; what was wrong with them? Why didn’t they love her? I could only run to my grandmother’s house, which was a few blocks from mine. I ran as fast as I could, crying and screaming in the street. When I reached my grandmother’s house, I was banging on the door, uncontrollably. She opened it, startled, and tried to calm me down. I tried to tell her what had happened, but I couldn’t; my tongue wouldn’t work. I couldn’t calm down. All I could say was “sister, my sister.” There, my grandmother had a premonition. She put me in the car and drove to my house, but she broke down upon seeing that atrocity. My grandmother fell to her knees and began to cry. She tried to cover my eyes, but it was too late. My mother was calling the police, my father was talking on his cell phone with a cigarette in his hand; I had never seen him smoke, and my sister was still hanging. My mother closed the door to the room.

“It’s better to close it until the police arrive,” she told me.

The police arrived and took my sister’s rigid body away. My mom told me I should go sleep at my grandmother’s for a few days while the house was cleaned and while the forensics worked on the case. Of course, I agreed; I didn’t want to be with them. They didn’t care at all about my sister’s death; in fact, they seemed as if they had lifted a weight off their shoulders.

The hug, her look, that promise of “I will always be here”… she had said it because she knew that would be the last moment we would share. Sofía was gone, and she had left long before we noticed. Perhaps she had left much earlier than that hug, when everyone, little by little, forgot about her.

Years passed, but the weight of that terrible event never dissipated from my life. It was as if a dark cloud had settled over my heart, preventing me from moving forward. The death of my sister, Sofía, marked me forever, a wound that never healed. Although I tried to move on, something inside me remained broken, incomplete.

I was fifteen when something happened, something that awakened in me a mix of fear, confusion, and hope. That day, while walking through the fruit market, amidst the noise and shouts of the vendors, I saw her. Standing by a stall of apples was a girl who made me stop dead in my tracks. It was as if I had seen a ghost. Her hair, her posture, her gestures… they were identical to Sofía’s. Time seemed to stop as I watched her, unable to look away. My heart was pounding so hard I felt it would explode at any moment.

Without thinking, with trembling hands, I took out my phone and took a picture of her. I needed to capture that moment; I needed to understand if what I saw was real or a product of my tormented mind. But as soon as I clicked, the girl noticed. She looked up and began to walk slowly towards me, her eyes fixed on mine. I felt a chill run down my spine. I couldn’t move, as if my feet were glued to the ground. The mix of embarrassment and fear paralyzed me, and with every step she took, my throat closed tighter.

She stopped in front of me, so close I could feel the warmth of her presence. She didn’t say a word. She just looked at me with a loving expression, a calm and enigmatic smile that disarmed me completely. Her face was a perfect copy of my sister’s, but… it couldn’t be her, could it?

Finally, I managed to gather the courage to speak, although my voice came out barely as a whisper:

“I’m sorry… it’s just that you look so much like my sister. She passed away a few years ago… but I’ll delete your photo right now. Sorry, really.”

My hands trembled as I tried to delete the image from my phone, but then she did something that took my breath away. With a softness that almost broke me, she placed her hands on mine, stopping me. Her fingers were cold, yet somehow warm in a strange, comforting way. She looked directly into my eyes, and with a calm that completely disarmed me, she said:

“Don’t worry. I told you I would always be with you, watching over you… remember?”

My entire body froze. Those words… were exactly the same as Sofía had told me days before she took her life. My heart began to race uncontrollably as an intense cold washed over me. The girl didn’t take her gaze. Her smile lingered, almost as if she were waiting for something from me.
I wanted to say something, anything, but my tongue was tied, unable to react. Then, I heard someone calling me from a distance. Instinctively, I turned my head towards the sound, and when I looked back at the girl… she was gone. She had vanished into the crowd as if she had never been there.
The air grew thick, heavy. I felt a presence around me, as if Sofía were there, watching me. And in that moment, something within me changed. The fear that had consumed me for years faded away, leaving room for a strange calm. For the first time in a long time, I didn’t feel alone.
Since that day, I felt eyes on me, and I sensed that she was there, watching over me wherever I went. The fear was gone, and I felt protected for the first time in my life.
As I got home, I thought that I should get more involved in my sister’s death, and so I did.

After investigating for months, I realized that my sister was not my sister, I mean she was my stepsister, she was not my father’s daughter, my mother had been raped while she was married to my father, they thought that my sister was their daughter, until they did DNA tests and confirmed that it was not like that, that my sister had been born from rape, now I know why my father and mother never loved her, only my grandmother, she was the one who took care of her and believed her, that’s why what had happened to my sister hurt her so much, it hurt her so much that my grandmother died a few weeks after my sister’s death.

One night, the air was thick and heavy with tension at home. The sound of keys unlocking the door echoed in the silence, and the heavy footsteps alerted me to my father’s arrival. That night, he came home drunk and furious, his voice resonating like thunder in the atmosphere.
‘You’re a damn useless!’ I heard my mother scream, her voice filled with anguish. ‘What have you done this time?’ The argument escalated, and my heart raced as I moved closer to my bedroom door to listen. It was then that the truth hit me like a fist: my father had a serious gambling problem. He had risked something very valuable and lost it. Was it the house? The car? I couldn’t imagine the magnitude of the disaster.
My mother’s voice broke into desperate sobs, and the words escaping my father’s lips were like daggers. ‘Don’t worry, I’ll find a solution,’ he promised, though his tone made it clear he was far from reality. ‘The people I got involved with are dangerous. They don’t know what they’re capable of.’ My hands trembled at his implicit threat, and a feeling of fear overtook me.

Days after that argument, the atmosphere at home became oppressive, as if a dark omen floated in the air. That morning, while I was in my room, I heard the door creak. My father entered, his face a puzzle of anger and regret. He sat on the edge of my bed and, with a tone I hadn’t heard in years, told me he wanted to go for a walk. ‘I know I haven’t paid much attention to you,’ he admitted, but something in his eyes made me doubt.
A spark of hope ignited in my heart. ‘Okay, Dad,’ I replied, feeling it was an opportunity to connect. I got out of bed, showered, and quickly got dressed. As we were about to leave, he offered me a glass of orange juice. At that moment, a small voice in my head warned me not to trust him, but I ignored it. ‘Why not? It’s just juice,’ I thought as I took it, unaware that I was sealing my fate.
When we got in the car, the initial euphoria quickly faded. The engine roared to life, and suddenly, reality became blurry. I felt as if the world was spinning around me. ‘Dad, I don’t feel well…’ I managed to murmur, but my words were swept away by the darkness enveloping me. Unable to fight against the tide, I fell into a deep sleep, and the last image I held was of his face, distorted with worry.
I woke up in a luxurious room, with red sheets and champagne; I didn’t understand what had happened. I tried to open the door, but it was locked. I screamed and screamed, but no one came to my aid.

Hours later a man entered that strange room, I was huddled in a corner crying, that man laughed, he sat on the bed and between laughs and shamelessness he told me what had really happened, my father had bet me, he knew I was a virgin, my mother knew it too, but money was always the priority for them both.

I couldn’t believe what my own parents had done to me, the same thing happened to your sister, that horrible man told me, what do you mean by that, I asked with a broken voice.

your sister, she was here with many men since she was little, she laughed sinisterly. It was at that moment that I discovered that they had been prostituting my sister since she was 12.

A dark-skinned, fat, bald, sweaty man entered my room, and the other man proceeded to leave. That fat man looked drunk and drugged. I was scared. He approached me, grabbed me by the arms, and threw me onto the bed in an aggressive manner.

The door burst open, and a whirlwind of chaos erupted into the room. A woman, accompanied by several police officers, entered with determination. Their faces, marked by urgency and purpose, were an overwhelming contrast to the darkness that had filled the place. ‘We’re here to help you!’ shouted the woman, and in that instant, I felt a wave of relief wash over me, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from my shoulders.
The officers’ shouts echoed in my ears as they dragged me toward the exit. The light from the hallway temporarily blinded me, but as my eyes adjusted, an intense feeling of freedom flooded me. However, before I could process what was happening, a familiar presence surrounded me. It was as if a gentle breeze caressed my skin, and in a corner of my mind, I knew I wasn’t alone. ‘Sister…’ I murmured in a whisper, the truth tightening in my chest. It was her, my sister, always by my side, even in the darkest moments.

In that instant, I understood that she had been my guardian angel, watching over me even from beyond. Her promise to protect me was not just an echo in my memory; it was a palpable reality. ‘Thank you for coming,’ I thought, feeling her love wrap around me like a warm blanket in the midst of horror. I knew that in her sacrifice, there was something deeper, a truth I needed to understand. She wanted me to know why she had taken her own life, and somehow, that would give me the strength I needed to move forward.

With my parents arrested and sentenced to life without the possibility of parole, justice had finally spoken. However, the feeling of unease still lingered. I decided to move far away from that city that had witnessed so much pain. The night I left that place behind, a sense of liberation enveloped me, but not without a touch of sadness. I knew that, although the echoes of my past tried to trap me, my sister’s love would always be present.

Day after day, as I adapted to my new life, her essence continued to be by my side. I felt her presence in moments of solitude, in the laughter of the people around me, and in the small things I used to appreciate. Despite the distance and time, her spirit remained with me, reminding me that although I had faced darkness, I had also found light. The story of our connection intertwined with the whisper of the wind and the warmth of the sun, a constant reminder that I would never be alone.

More Horror Stories The Haunted House of 1995>

More stories in Spanish Supersusto>

About the author

Its Name Was Mormo - SUPERSCARED
trending_flat
‘Its Name Was Mormo’ Review: Fear-filled Hearts & Close Encounters

In Mark Bower’s staggering handmade visionary tale, his first movie has drawn the attention of nine international film distributors. A Haunting Tale Mark Bower's handmade visionary performance, "Its Name Was Mormo," is a haunting exploration of fear and the supernatural, capturing audiences with its raw and immersive storytelling which delves into the realm of psyche horror, evoking a sense of dread that lingers long after the camera battery dies. Plot and Atmosphere Set in a desolate, rural town, Its Name Was Mormo > follows the unsettling experiences of a family who encounter an evil entity known as Mormo. The film masterfully builds tension through its eerie landscapes, unsettling silence, and the palpable fear of its characters. Bower’s attention to detail in creating a chilling atmosphere is evident, as each scene is infused with an impending sense of doom. The narrative is […]

"The Girl with the Needle'' - Review – A Gothic Exploration of Empathy and Tragedy
trending_flat
“The Girl with the Needle” – Review – A Gothic Exploration of Empathy and Tragedy

"The Girl with the Needle'' A Gothic Tale of Desperation and Darkness in Post-War Copenhagen The Girl with the Needle, directed by Magnus von Horn, is a haunting, atmospheric dive into one of Denmark’s most notorious murder cases. Yet, this film isn’t a conventional serial killer narrative. Rather than focusing solely on the infamous figure of Dagmar Overby, von Horn shifts the lens toward a more human, empathetic angle. He deftly avoids the typical trappings of a crime thriller by weaving a story that is as much about social hardship as it is about horror. This approach elevates the film into something more profound—a dark, gothic tale of survival and the forgotten individuals who are left to fall through society’s cracks. Inspired by the true story of Dagmar Overby, a serial killer who preyed on infants in early 20th century […]

Book Review of Aura by Carlos Fuentes
trending_flat
Book Review of Aura by Carlos Fuentes

Book Review of Aura by Carlos Fuentes A Gothic and Magical Realist Masterpiece Genre: Novella, magical realism, gothic. Synopsis: The story is narrated in the second person, which is rare in literature and creates a deeply immersive experience for the reader. The protagonist, Felipe Montero, is a young historian who one day finds a newspaper advertisement seeking someone to organize and complete the memoirs of a deceased general. The job is offered in the home of the general's widow, Consuelo, who lives in a dark and decaying house in the center of Mexico City. When Felipe arrives at the house, he is captivated by Consuelo’s niece, Aura, a mysterious and alluring young woman with whom he develops an intense connection. As the story progresses, the relationship between Felipe, Aura, and Consuelo becomes increasingly strange and disturbing. The house and its […]

Echoes of a Lost Sister - Suspense, Drama and Horror Stories
trending_flat
Echoes of a Lost Sister – Suspense, Drama and Horror Stories

Echoes of a Lost Sister - Suspense, Drama and Horror Stories - A Journey Through Grief, Shadows, and the Power of Connection My name is Ximena, I am ten years old, and I live in a house that, while it looks perfect from the outside, hides shadows that not everyone would notice. My family... well, they’re a bit strange. My mother, while affectionate with me, has always been distant. I’ve never lacked her love, but it feels cold, detached. My father... I barely see him. He’s always working, absent, but thanks to him, we live comfortably. The truth is, I don’t feel his absence as much as I do that of my older sister. She, Sofía, is different. She’s seventeen, but she seems to have lived an eternity of torment that no one can understand. She’s always angry, doesn’t smile, […]

Stranger Things Season 5: The Countdown to the First Trailer Begins
trending_flat
Stranger Things Season 5: The Countdown to the First Trailer Begins

Stranger Things Season 5: The Countdown Begins as Netflix Prepares for an Epic Finale As one of Netflix’s most beloved and critically acclaimed series, Stranger Things has captured the imagination of millions since its debut. Now, as the show approaches its climactic final chapter, fans are eagerly awaiting the next piece of the puzzle: the first trailer for Stranger Things Season 5. The final season is not only expected to deliver thrills and emotional depth but also to bid farewell to the story that has defined a generation of streaming television. A Final Chapter Set to Premiere in 2025 Set for release in 2025, Stranger Things: Season 5 will mark the end of an era for Netflix, closing the book on a series that has redefined binge-watching culture. Since its inception, the show has merged '80s nostalgia with supernatural mystery […]

"Dead Season" Set to Launch on PC on October 8
trending_flat
“Dead Season” Set to Launch on PC on October 8

Brace for Survival: Dead Season Challenges Players to Navigate a Zombie-Infested World Iceberg Interactive, in collaboration with solo developer Snail Bite, has officially announced the release date for their highly anticipated real-time tactics game, Dead Season. Initially revealed back in April, the game will be available to players on October 8, 2024, on both Steam and the Epic Games Store. To help players get ready for the launch, Snail Bite plans to publish a comprehensive FAQ blog as part of their “pre-launch check-in,” addressing common questions and providing insights into the game’s features. The Premise of Dead Season Set against the backdrop of a world plunged into chaos by a zombie apocalypse, Dead Season immerses players in a gripping narrative centered around survival and strategy. The game begins with a group of four disparate survivors, each thrown together by the […]

The Waves of Madness - Trailer Unveils the First-Ever Side-Scrolling Horror Adventure Film
trending_flat
The Waves of Madness – Trailer Unveils the First-Ever Side-Scrolling Horror Adventure Film

The Waves of Madness A Groundbreaking Fusion of Classic Horror and Retro Gaming Aesthetics in a Cinematic First Multitalented filmmaker and actor Jason Trost, best known for his memorable role as JTRO in the apocalyptic cult classic The FP and its rhythmic sequel Beat Beat Revelation, is returning to the screen with an ambitious new project. His latest venture, The Waves of Madness, is a unique, genre-blending horror film that takes inspiration from both retro video games and classic monster movies. As a writer, director, and star, Trost is continuing to push the boundaries of independent cinema with this innovative feature. We’re excited to share the official trailer and poster for The Waves of Madness, courtesy of Umbrella Entertainment, which offers a tantalizing first glimpse into this side-scrolling horror adventure film—the first of its kind. A New Vision of Horror […]

Related

The Haunted House of 1995 - Best Horror Stories
trending_flat
The Haunted House of 1995 – Best Horror Stories

The Haunted House of 1995  - Where the shadows see you before you can escape When I think of that year, 1995, fear still runs down my spine. I was only nine years old and wasn’t prepared for what was to come. My family, made up of my parents and me, moved to a house on the outskirts of Texas, a house much bigger than we needed. When my father saw it for the first time, his face lit up. "This is it," he said. The price was incredibly low for such a huge house. My parents thought they had found a unique opportunity, but I felt something different, something I couldn't explain in words at my young age. When we arrived at the house, my parents' excitement was palpable. However, I didn't share that emotion. The house was in […]

"Innocent Promise, Eternal Condemnation" – Horror Stories
trending_flat
“Innocent Promise, Eternal Condemnation” – Horror Stories

"Innocent Promise, Eternal Condemnation" – When a game triggers a hellish battle for the soul, the price of curiosity becomes an eternal nightmare. It was a cloudy and rainy day, one of those where the sky seems endless, and the sound of raindrops hitting the roof becomes a monotonous melody. I was at home, as usual, surrounded by the solitude that enveloped me. My only companion was Elly, my cat, who was always near me as if she understood that her presence was the only thing keeping me balanced. That day, the dull routine of watching TV while eating cold pizza repeated itself, accompanied by a few beers trying to fill the void. The ring of my cellphone broke the lethargy. Seeing that it was my mother on the screen, a mix of joy and surprise washed over me. She, […]

"The Message on the Radio" Stories of Suspense
trending_flat
“The Message on the Radio” Stories of Suspense

The Midnight Voice - "The Message on the Radio" Jorge Ávila had been a radio host for nearly two decades. He started his career at local stations in his small town, but his charisma and deep, calming voice earned him a spot on the late-night radio of a major station in the capital. His show, "The Midnight Voice," was known for its blend of soft music, intimate conversations with listeners, and philosophical reflections on life. He often received calls from lonely people, insomniacs, or just those who needed to vent in the darkest hours of the night. The radio booth was located on the top floor of an old brick building, right in the city center. From his window, Jorge could see the sleeping city, the streetlights flickering in the distance, and the distant echo of nighttime traffic. That night, […]

"The Cult Ritual" - Tales of Horror and Suspense
trending_flat
“The Cult Ritual” – Tales of Horror and Suspense

The Ritual of the Dark Cult The mist crept through the deserted streets of Ravenwood, a small town where the shadows stretched long and the moonlight barely lit the path. Valentina, a 23-year-old with an indomitable spirit, decided it was time to uncover the truth about the cult that, according to rumors, had been operating on the outskirts of the town. The disappearance of several people in recent months had left a trail of fear that seemed to envelop the community. As she walked, her mind drifted back to the first time she heard about the cult. It had been in the local library, where an old man had warned her of the legends of an ancient god that demanded human sacrifices. The story intrigued her, and in her search for answers, she discovered that the cult met in an […]

"The Story of the Ceramic Doll'' Tales of Terror
trending_flat
“The Story of the Ceramic Doll” Tales of Terror

''The Ceramic Doll'' - Horror Stories In a small village in New England, where heavy snow falls in winter and shadows stretch during the long summer days, lived Elena, a single mother struggling to raise her only daughter, Sofía. Sofía was a curious six-year-old girl with a boundless imagination that led her to create entire worlds in her room. Every day was a new adventure, and every corner of her home was a landscape to explore. One day, while browsing a flea market, Elena came across a ceramic doll. It had immaculate white skin, dark, deep eyes that seemed to follow her wherever she went. She wore an antique lace dress, worn by time, and her golden hair fell in soft waves. Drawn by its beauty and an inexplicable sense of nostalgia, Elena decided to buy it for Sofía. When […]

"United by Blood" Horror and Suspense Stories
trending_flat
“United by Blood” Horror and Suspense Stories

"United by Blood" -Horror and Suspense Stories The House  The mansion stood solitary in the heart of an exclusive neighborhood, its white, polished walls contrasting with the dark shroud of mystery that surrounded it. No one in the area could ignore the strange sense of unease that emanated from that house. It was enormous, with windows that seemed like empty eyes watching those who passed by. Inside, the Ortega family lived in a world of appearances: Luis, the father, a successful and wealthy executive; Aurora, the mother, who dedicated herself to caring for the home and their only son, Esteban. Luis was a strong and domineering man, always dressed in elegant suits, but his wrinkled face and hardened gaze betrayed his bad temper. He was known for his excessive ambition and his constant quest for approval from his colleagues, while […]

Navigation

Immerse yourself in the world of horror with Superscared. From classic scares to innovative found footage, we deliver the fear you crave. Our curated selection ensures you’ll find the perfect story to haunt your dreams, a premier destination for horror.

Copyright Superscared 2024.

Login to enjoy full advantages

Please login or subscribe to continue.

Go Premium!

Enjoy the full advantage of the premium access.

Stop following

Unfollow Cancel

Cancel subscription

Are you sure you want to cancel your subscription? You will lose your Premium access and stored playlists.

Go back Confirm cancellation