I was having a nightmare, there was no other explanation. There was no way that the twins were related to Agatha and David. I couldn't be that unlucky. The twins weren't taking their eyes off me and I was feeling worse by the second. The only thing I knew for certain was that I needed to get out of there as fast as I possibly could. I would stay away for the rest of the weekend and return on Monday. The twins would be gone and I'd be safe again.
"I'm glad you already know my nephews." Amelia had clearly directed the statement to me.
"We are glad she knows us too." the twin on my right responded as he glanced at her.
"Brendon, how do you like the food?" David asked in an attempt to change the subject.
"It tastes wonderful. No one cooks better than Aunt Agatha." the twin on my right responded, but this time his eyes didn't leave me.
"Brandon, what about you?" David asked the other one.
