My son has too many teeth

My kid doesn’t like to smile. It distorts his face, revealing rows and rows of razor-sharp teeth. Those teeth were what made it so clear that he wasn’t really mine, despite what I tried to tell myself. The hateful glint in his eye only made matters worse.<br><br>He was an imposter, a parasitic invader who had insidiously invaded my life. I couldn’t help but wonder how I had allowed this to happen, and the guilt that followed was suffocating. My whole world felt like it was crumbling around me as I struggled to come to terms with the monstrous transformation of the child I once knew and loved.<br><br>My journey into this living nightmare began the day my son, Noah, turned three. It was supposed to be a joyous celebration, but instead, it turned into a horrific and unforgettable experience. As his mother, I had taken him to the dentist for a routine checkup. That’s when I first saw them: those abnormal, pointed teeth, like the fangs of a snake.<br><br>It started with a searing pain in his gums. I took him to the dentist, thinking it was just a typical case of teething. However, the dentist's perplexed expression said otherwise.<br><br>"This child is not... human," he stammered, before storming out of the room in a state of panic.<br><br>I was left bewildered, trying to process what I had just witnessed. My son's teeth were nothing like I had ever seen before. They seemed to be constantly shifting, as if they were alive.<br><br>As the days passed, my son exhibited increasingly bizarre behavior. He started to avoid social interactions, and his smile, which used to be so bright and innocent, became a twisted, menacing grin. The presence of those razor-sharp teeth made me question what I thought I knew about my child.<br><br>I tried to convince myself that I was overreacting, but deep down, I felt a growing sense of horror and dread. My son had become a monster, and I couldn’t help but wonder what he was truly capable of.<br><br>One day, I caught him mumbling to himself in the bathroom. His eyes had turned an unnatural shade of yellow, and his skin was deathly pale. It was then that I realized the horrifying truth: my son was no longer human.<br><br>I felt a chill run down my spine as I watched him transform into something grotesque and sinister. I knew then that I had to escape, to flee from this monstrous imposter and the terror he inspired.<br><br>In a state of panic, I rushed out of the house, leaving behind the life I once knew. I could feel my world crumbling around me, but I refused to give in to despair. I was determined to uncover the truth behind my son's transformation, no matter the cost.<br><br>The search for answers led me down a dark path, filled with unspeakable horrors and unsettling revelations. I encountered other children with similar afflictions, each one a heartbreaking reminder that I was not alone in this nightmare.<br><br>I met a woman named Sarah, who had also lost her child to this mysterious curse. Together, we delved deeper into the mystery, seeking the truth behind the sinister force that had destroyed our lives.<br><br>As we dug deeper, we discovered a disturbing pattern. Each of the affected children had been born with a rare, unexplained condition: an unusually large number of teeth. It was as if these children were not entirely human, but rather vessels for some malevolent entity.<br><br>I couldn't bear the thought of my son being a mere puppet for some monstrous force. The more I learned, the more I felt like I was losing my grip on reality. My mind reeled with questions, and my heart ached with a deep sense of loss.<br><br>One fateful night, I decided to confront my son. I wanted to know the truth, to understand what had happened to him and why. The outcome was far from what I had expected.<br><br>As I entered the house, I was met with a sight that made my blood run cold. My son was sitting on the couch, his eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. I tried to speak, but my voice caught in my throat.<br><br>"Why?" I finally managed to stammer.<br><br>He didn't respond. Instead, he began to transform before my eyes. His body contorted, twisting into grotesque, inhuman shapes. The teeth, oh God, the teeth. They grew longer and sharper, filling his mouth with rows and rows of deadly, razor-sharp fangs.<br><br>I tried to scream, but my voice was frozen in terror. My son, or whatever he had become, was no longer human. He was a monster, a creature driven by a malevolent force that had consumed his every waking moment.<br><br>As I watched in horror, he began to change even further. His skin turned a deep shade of green, and his eyes burned with an intense, evil glow. I knew then that I had to escape, to flee from this monstrous imposter and the terror he inspired.<br><br>But it was too late. My son, or whatever he had become, had already seen me. With a twisted, menacing grin, he lunged towards me, his razor-sharp teeth bared and ready to strike.<br><br>I tried to run, but my legs felt like lead. I was paralyzed with fear, unable to move or escape. My son's teeth closed in around me, and everything went black.<br><br>When I came to, I was lying in a hospital bed. A kind-faced doctor was standing over me, a look of concern etched on his face.<br><br>"What happened?" I asked, my voice hoarse and barely audible.<br><br>"You were attacked by an animal," he replied gently. "We're not entirely sure what kind of creature it was, but you're lucky to be alive."<br><br>I stared at him blankly, trying to process what he had just said. My son, my beautiful, innocent boy, was gone. He had been replaced by a monster, a creature driven by a malevolent force that had consumed his every waking moment.<br><br>I felt a wave of grief wash over me, followed by a deep sense of loss. My son was no longer human, and I was left to pick up the pieces of a shattered life.<br><br>As I lay in that hospital bed, I couldn't help but wonder what I could have done differently. Could I have saved my son, or was his fate sealed from the moment he was born? The questions swirled in my mind, taunting me with their ambiguity.<br><br>One thing was certain, though: my son was gone, replaced by a monstrous imposter with too many teeth. And I was left to bear the scars of that horrific encounter, forever haunted by the memory of what could have been.