Happy Couple Shares 10th Anniversary Picture Online, Promptly Gets Flooded with Worried Calls – Story of the Day

All hell broke loose when Thomas and Sienna uploaded a photo on social media to commemorate their tenth wedding anniversary. A creepy face appeared in the image, triggering a chain of events that brought the happy couple face-to-face with a horrifying truth.

Thomas quickly set the camera timer and joined Sienna in front of the fireplace, saying, “Ten years.”

Sienna responded, “Ten years of us.”

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As the camera’s timer counted down, Sienna thought she heard a soft sound in the hallway behind her. Her attention flickered, but she quickly dismissed it and focused instead on their anniversary photo, another one of the pictures that captured their lives.

Their home had more than enough littered around and adorning the walls.

Thomas sighed, nostalgic all of a sudden. “I remember when we first moved in here… We spent two nights sleeping on the floor,” he said, wrinkles forming in the corners of his eyes.

Sienna added, “And now, every nook and cranny holds a piece of our story. And we also get to share these pieces with others…on social media.” She laughed, clicking on her phone and putting it away to enjoy the rest of the night.

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In the morning, the sun woke her up, but as she blinked into the light, Sienna realized that something else was also disturbing their peace.

“Check that, hon,” Thomas said, his voice thick with sleep. “It’s been pinging for a while now.”

Sienna reached for her nightstand, her eyes half-closed, and brought the phone to her face. Too many social media notifications had appeared. She checked them, rising a bit on the bed to get comfortable.

“People are saying there’s something weird in our photo,” she said, frowning. “I have several missed calls, too.”

Thomas moved his body over to see her phone. “Weird? Like what?”

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Sienna’s brow creased as she read some comments. “A strange face is in the background, they say. But that’s impossible, right?”

He sighed, grabbing the phone and studying the photo. “Probably just shadows or something. Don’t let it bother you.” He shook his head and gave her the phone back, then rose from the bed for the day. But Sienna continued reading.

There was one comment with a screenshot highlighting a creepy childlike face near her shoulder in their photo. “Thomas… What the hell is that?” she whispered in dread, her finger touching the screen.

Thomas, who had been brushing his teeth by then, came back and peered over. “It’s gotta be a prank.”

But Sienna was terrified, remembering the noise she had heard as the camera took the photo. So, she searched on her phone until she found the original picture in the gallery app.

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“This isn’t a glitch. It’s too defined, too real. Look at its expression,” she argued, her eyes wide and wild.

Thomas still wasn’t convinced, but Sienna wouldn’t let it go. She went through the pictures. “Look. In every photo, there’s this strange, hazy presence,” she pointed out. “I think… it could be a ghost. Maybe our house is haunted.”

“We’ve lived here for a decade. We would’ve noticed,” he scoffed, but it was a broken sound. Sienna could tell that he was confused, if not entirely worried.

As they contemplated the eerie discovery, Sienna went to the spot where the camera had been and began taking photos, searching for a logical explanation. But the experiment was cut short as she screamed in fright when hands closed over her shoulders.

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“Relax, love. It’s me,” her husband said, chuckling a bit. “Forget about that photo. We’ve got lunch reservations, remember?”

Sienna agreed and got ready but apprehensively looked around the house before leaving. She continued to stare intently around as Thomas opened the car door for her and later walked to the driver’s seat.

A movement made her focus on the window. The same eerie face had appeared, making her yelp. “Stop the car!” she insisted, pointing at the house. Thomas squinted but couldn’t see anything. It was gone, but Sienna was sure of what she had seen.

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That night, Sienna was awakened by a mournful cry and footsteps in their house. “Darling, wake up. Do you hear that?” she whispered, hearing sobs from the hallway.

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Thomas woke and heard the noise, too. He immediately grabbed the phone.

“We can’t call 911 for a ghost!” Sienna argued, but he insisted on protecting them from a real-life threat. After finishing the call, he grabbed his gun and went to check things out.

Sienna refused to stay behind, saying, “I’m going with you!”

They cautiously approached the source of the mysterious sounds in their home. Thomas checked the guest bedroom, but footsteps echoed downstairs. They took each step carefully, hearing more noise–another language—coming from the kitchen.

Sienna jumped a little and yelped again after finally seeing the truth about their home intruder. This was no ghost. Instead, they discovered the unsettling presence of a malnourished boy — the same one from their photo. He was crying, his pale, bony face completely covered in tears and snot.

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“Freeze!” Thomas shouted, but the boy sobbed and shook his head. Her husband focused on the intruder and lowered his arm, realizing there was no danger. “Hey there, it’s okay. We won’t hurt you.”

“Help?” The child’s eyes widened with hope.

Despite her racing heart, Sienna’s fear turned to sympathy at his pleas. “You’re hungry, right?” she asked, grinning tenderly.

“Hungry, yes.” The boy nodded.

“What’s your name?”

“Nikolai.”

As Sienna prepared a sandwich for Nikolai, the couple realized the boy had not meant to break in. He needed real help. “Where did you come from?” she asked gently.

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Nikolai remained silent, revealing that he had run from a “bad place.”

“Where’s your mother now?” she probed.

That perked him up a little. “You will help Mama?” he asked, sniffing.

Sienna stuttered for a second but nodded, “Of course we will, sweetheart. Just tell us how we can find her.”

“I see bear on wall and flowers in garden… flowers like sky. I run to wire wall, but big dog is there,” Nikolai sobbed again. “I bad son. I run, and now Mama alone.”

A knock interrupted them. It was the police answering Thomas’s earlier call. Nikolai panicked and tried to escape through a window, despite Sienna saying, “It’s okay, it’s the police. They’ll help us find your mom!”

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But the frightened boy bolted, eluding both Sienna and the police. The next day, she and Thomas took the initiative to search for Nikolai themselves. They distributed his photo around the neighborhood, encountering various reactions but no solid leads.

One of their curious neighbors, Nancy, recognized the ‘ghost’ from their anniversary photo. She joined the search, and others eventually did, too.

Finally, Sienna arrived at a neglected Victorian house and knocked. No response. She jumped at the sound of barking nearby. It was coming from behind a metal fence. “Wire wall,” she whispered, looking around, noting the chicory flowers as Nikolai’s words came to mind.

Investigating further, she found a boarded window and heard a woman’s plea for help from inside. She had her phone in her hand in a second to call the police. She then called Thomas. Soon, he arrived, and other neighbors gathered.

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The authorities got there and broke into the house, discovering Nikolai’s mother, who cried gratefully and explained her story. “I’m Asya. I came here with my boy to build new life. Marry man, but he… monster! He kept me prisoner,” she explained in broken English.

The search for Nikolai led to the basement, where he was found and quickly reunited with his mother. A police officer thanked Sienna for her role in the rescue. “Ma’am, thank you for alerting us to this situation. Your quick response helped these people.”

“What about the man who did this?’ Sienna asked, wrapping her arms around herself.

The officer reassured her, “We’ve already sent officers to arrest him at his job. Nikolai and Asya will be taken to a safe place. It seems she came here from Russia as some kind of mail-order bride. The legality of her immigrant status is unknown at this point, but we’ll ensure they get the help they need.”

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Nikolai saw them then and came over. He uttered, “Thank you. Mama and Nikolai safe now.” He went back to his mother, waving. They were then escorted by a kind social worker, who was taking them to a shelter.

After a while, Thomas and Sienna returned home. They sat back on the couch, sighing in disbelief that their picture led to all this. Thomas snapped his fingers as if he remembered something, and Sienna watched curiously, tilting her head as he reached for his briefcase.

“I believe the latest photo for the mantle deserves a special place,” he announced, holding up a framed print of the now-infamous photo the couple had posted on social media.

“It’s the best of the bunch,” Sienna quipped, and they both giggled.

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I begged my husband repeatedly not to use my credit card without first talking to me, but he disregarded me and did as he pleased. Apparently, I had to give him a hard lesson the last time he disobeyed me!

Patrick and I have experienced many obstacles in the six years since we decided to go through life together, but nothing quite like the credit card drama. Since I’m a software engineer and can support our family, Patrick is able to fully appreciate his position as a stay-at-home father to our energetic kids.

Even though this arrangement was satisfying, it unexpectedly put stress on our relationship, especially in relation to money.

Our confidence had started to be undermined by my husband’s unpleasant habit of carelessly using my credit card for both big and minor transactions. In addition to lavishing himself with ostentatious purchases, Patrick also treated his pals like he was spending his own hard-earned cash!

There were times when, upon returning home with a newly acquired item, I pictured my husband as those video rappers, flinging cash around to the joy and excitement of the onlookers!

I realize it’s unrealistic, but at times I thought that’s exactly what he was doing.

The unapproved purchase of an ostentatious gaming chair was the last straw! My resolve was sparked by my husband’s casual response when I confronted him.

I did indeed take your card. With a dismissive shrug, he had responded, “What, you wanted ME to ask?”

To be honest, I was a little offended by his disdainful attitude because I had previously talked to him about my credit card boundaries.

Driven by a combination of frustration and a need to impart a lasting knowledge, I devised a scheme that revolved around his favorite gaming evenings. When I recommended that we host the next one, you could feel the excitement in his voice. He smiled at the news, not understanding my plan, and remarked the following regarding the concept and his new purchase:

“This is going to be amazing, baby! When they see the arrangement, they will go crazy!”

I told him to settle in and I would take care of everything as I had suggested having a game night at our house. I requested him to get food platters, drinks, and snacks for the evening.

I set up the gaming area in the interim, but I purposefully used an old, somewhat uncomfortable chair at the gaming station rather than the new one. In the garage, I also concealed the new chair.

The way things were set up, Patrick was forced to return home with the majority of his gaming buddies. As the evening went on, more and more enthusiastic gamers poured into our living room, and my husband’s joy at getting to show off his new gaming chair was obvious.

The time my husband had been waiting for finally arrived when all of his pals had shown up and settled in.

Please get ready, gentlemen. As he led the group toward the gaming station, he declared, “You’re about to witness the throne of the gods.”

Everyone was confused as soon as they entered my husband’s game room, their excited anticipation melting into confused quiet when they saw the worn-out chair that was waiting for them.

“What the…?” When Patrick turned to face me, his voice broke and his visage showed pure perplexity.

“SURPRISE!” I laughed so hard I could not restrain myself. “We’re kicking it old school tonight!”

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Boisterous laughing burst from Patrick’s pals, who were unable to contain their happiness. A friend of his laughed and said, “That’s one impressive gaming throne, Pat!”

“That elegant chair, huh? I gave it back. Extra money was required to purchase these stunning shoes. You wanted ME to ask, what? My statements reflected his past apathy, only magnified for his audience.

Patrick realized the lesson at hand as his discomfort from the constant teasing increased. We were left alone with the evening’s burden hanging between us as the laughter subsided and our visitors left.

With a tone that was tempered by humility, Patrick shattered the quiet. “I… I did not notice it in your light. “I apologize,” he said, his apology dangling vulnerably in midair.

His remorse opened the door to a candid discussion, the first of many steps toward repairing our relationship. Pat, it’s all about respect. “In everything, we’re partners,” I kindly reminded him.

My spouse never used my credit card without first asking me after that day.

Unexpectedly, months after the event with the gaming chair, Patrick showed me his computer and a project that signaled the beginning of his creative comeback. His passion and effort resulted in a computer game that will undoubtedly impact our family’s future.

“This is for us, folks. For our family,” he said, his voice full of newly discovered meaning. I gave him a gentle kiss and hug after noticing that he had dedicated all of his free time to helping his family. My pride was overflowing as my man had made amends!

Although it started off as a source of amusement and criticism, the gaming chair incident actually served as a catalyst for our relationship’s development. It served as a reminder that the foundation of our common life is communication and empathy.

What about Patrick’s match? It’s evidence of his dedication, a ray of hope for the future we share, and a brand-new journey we take on hand in hand.

Even if the tale above had a wonderful conclusion, here’s another one with a similar theme with a credit card issue:

Jack is so busy with his work that he hardly gets time to relax, much less spend time with his two teenage daughters, Hope and Chloe. His days were a haze of appointments and due dates, and he delegated the parenting to his second wife, Jenna, and the girls’ stepmother.

He offered Jenna a credit card as compensation for his absence, thinking that shopping sprees would make up for the gap his work schedule caused. At twelve, Chloe, the younger, appeared to be doing well, flaunting her new outfits and technology every other day.

However, 14-year-old Hope appeared distant, her hands devoid of the shopping bags her sister proudly displayed. Jack saw it, but he was unable to persuade Hope to talk about it. Then, he got a shocking email one day at work: a 37-minute audio clip that Hope had recorded during a recent shopping excursion.

His heart sank at what he heard. Though the child insisted on getting a bag, Jenna refused, saying they didn’t have the money. As things got worse, Jenna lost it and told Hope to seek her biological father for the bag—a nasty remark that made Jack feel extremely hurt.

When Jack confronted his wife, she attempted to downplay it, saying that Jack had misinterpreted what she had said. He didn’t buy it, though. He loved both of his daughters equally and did not think that Jenna’s harsh remarks or favoritism was appropriate.

He decisively cancelled her credit card, which led to a heated dispute. There was an awkward hush in the home when Jenna stormed off to stay with her sister. As word of the tale spread online, Jack began to question whether he had been too severe.

Though the family was still broken, Jenna stayed in constant contact with Chloe at this time. Jack’s sister-in-law criticized him for being overly strict, but he didn’t back down because he thought he was doing the right thing by standing up for his daughter’s equal treatment rights.

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