Taboo Whispers

The old grandfather clock chimed midnight, echoing through the quiet house. Mozeus lay in his bed, staring at the ceiling, his thoughts racing like the gears inside the antique timekeeper. His room was a cluttered sanctuary of wires and speakers, an inventor's playground where his most twisted creation had come to fruition.

Tiffany, his mother, hummed a soft tune as she descended the stairs, the sound of her slippers barely audible on the carpeted floor. She was a woman who had once been sharp as a tack, but now, she moved with a dreamy lilt, a distant look in her eyes. The speakers had been doing their job, subtly altering her thoughts, making her more pliable.

Remy, his sister, sat in the dimly lit living room, her gaze fixed on the flickering TV screen. She had been the first to show signs of change. Her laughter was softer, her arguments with James less frequent. He had chosen his words carefully, planting the seeds of obedience within her mind.

Zyn, the youngest sister, played with her dolls in the corner, her eyes glazed over. She was the last piece of the puzzle, the final mind to bend. But she was also the most resistant, the one who would require the most attention and the strongest frequencies.