My Boyfriend Invited Me to Thanksgiving with His Family, but When They Showed Me Their Family Photos, We Were All Shocked

When Liz joins her boyfriend Jim’s family for Thanksgiving, she’s charmed by their warmth and quirky traditions, until an innocent dive into family photo albums takes a creepy turn. A mysterious woman appears in the background of decades-old pictures, sending the family into a supernatural panic. But just as chaos peaks, Jim drops a bombshell…

Thanksgiving at Jim’s family home felt like stepping into a holiday movie. You know, the kind with twinkling lights, a crackling fireplace, and the scent of homemade pie wafting through the air.

A cozy living room | Source: Midjourney

A cozy living room | Source: Midjourney

His mom, Eleanor, buzzed around the kitchen with effortless grace, pulling out a golden-brown turkey and buttery rolls. His dad, Harold, delivered groan-worthy dad jokes at regular intervals, while his younger brother, Max, showed me the quirky traditions that made this family unforgettable.

“Here,” Max said, handing me a ridiculous turkey hat with googly eyes. “It’s mandatory for the family photo.”

I laughed as Jim slipped one on too, rolling his eyes in mock despair.

A woman wearing a turkey hat | Source: Midjourney

A woman wearing a turkey hat | Source: Midjourney

“Yeah, welcome to the clan, Lizzie,” he said. “We’re all prisoners to Mom’s traditions.”

I didn’t feel like a prisoner at all. This was the kind of family dynamic I’d always dreamed of. It was the laughter, the warmth, and everyone working in sync, even if it was chaotic. I loved it all.

After dinner, as we settled into the cozy living room, Eleanor clapped her hands.

“Now, Liz, since you’re new to the fold, it’s time for the tradition!”

A smiling woman | Source: Midjourney

A smiling woman | Source: Midjourney

Jim visibly stiffened next to me.

“Mom, no, let’s skip it this year. We don’t need to do that every time I bring someone home!”

“Oh, don’t be silly, honey!” she said, waving him off. “You’ll love this, Liz! We always show Jim’s baby photos, and let me tell you, darling, it’s a hoot!”

Jim groaned.

A man sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

A man sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

“Brace yourself, babe,” he muttered to me, picking up his glass of whiskey.

Eleanor emerged from the hall with a gigantic, worn photo album. She flipped it open with gusto, and the room lit up with laughter.

This. I loved this. My family hadn’t been very close. My parents tried when we were younger, but at some point, they realized that they didn’t want to do the close parenting thing. For Thanksgiving this year, my brother was with his friends and my parents were in China.

A glass of whiskey on a coffee table | Source: Midjourney

A glass of whiskey on a coffee table | Source: Midjourney

“Oh! I love this one!” Eleanor said.

It was a photo of baby Jim, and he was undeniably adorable. He was sitting in a high chair, covered in spaghetti. Then there was another one of him as a toddler wearing an oversized Spiderman costume. The captions, written in Eleanor’s cheerful scrawl, were as embarrassing as promised.

“Look at this one!” Max howled. “Jim in the tub with rubber ducks!”

A little boy in a bathtub with rubber ducks | Source: Midjourney

A little boy in a bathtub with rubber ducks | Source: Midjourney

Jim buried his face in his hands while everyone laughed.

“I hate this tradition,” he mumbled, though I could see a hint of a smile.

Then Eleanor turned a page, and the atmosphere shifted.

My eyes landed on a photo of the family posing in their front yard. It was a charming scene—little Jim holding Max’s hand, Eleanor smiling brightly, and Harold standing proudly behind them.

A woman looking at an album | Source: Midjourney

A woman looking at an album | Source: Midjourney

But in the background, blurred yet unmistakable, was a woman. She wasn’t smiling, and something about her felt… off.

“Who’s that?” I asked, pointing to the figure.

Eleanor frowned.

“Who’s who, dear?”

A woman looking concerned | Source: Midjourney

A woman looking concerned | Source: Midjourney

“There,” I said, leaning closer. “Behind you all. The woman.”

The room grew quiet. Everyone leaned in, and Harold’s face went pale.

“I… I don’t remember anyone being there,” Eleanor said, her voice trembling slightly.

“Maybe it’s a neighbor?” Max suggested, but his tone was uncertain.

A close up of an older man | Source: Midjourney

A close up of an older man | Source: Midjourney

He turned the page, and my stomach dropped.

There she was again!

This time, she was standing under a tree in the background, her face partially obscured by shadows.

Eleanor clutched her chest.

“What is happening? Who is she? Why is she in our photos? Max, pass me my rosary!”

A rosary on a table | Source: Midjourney

A rosary on a table | Source: Midjourney

“This… this doesn’t make sense. These pictures are years apart. How could the same woman be in different places?” Harold muttered.

“I need to call Father Thomas,” Eleanor said, pacing the living room. “This is not normal!”

Jim, sitting silently beside me, started shaking slightly. At first, I thought he was overwhelmed. Then I realized he was holding back laughter.

A panicked older woman | Source: Midjourney

A panicked older woman | Source: Midjourney

“Oh my goodness,” Eleanor whispered, her eyes wide. “Is she a ghost? Has she been following us all these years? I told you, Harold! That house we lived in before this one wasn’t right! I told you something felt off…”

Max flipped through the album frantically. The mysterious woman appeared in photo after photo—at the park, behind a picnic table, peering through a window.

And at every page turn, Eleanor’s face paled even further.

A stack of albums on a table | Source: Midjourney

A stack of albums on a table | Source: Midjourney

“This is why I always told you to sage the house, Harold! You never listen to me, do you? Look now! I don’t know whether to laugh or cry!”

Jim finally lost it, doubling over with laughter.

“Mom, stop! Stop!” he gasped, tears streaming down his face.

Eleanor spun around, suddenly furious.

A woman holding a large bundle of sage | Source: Midjourney

A woman holding a large bundle of sage | Source: Midjourney

“Why are you laughing, Jim?” she asked. “This isn’t funny! Not at all!”

My boyfriend wiped his eyes, barely able to speak through his laughter.

“Because… because I know who she is.”

Everyone froze, myself included. What was this man on about?

A laughing man | Source: Midjourney

A laughing man | Source: Midjourney

“What? You what?” Eleanor shrieked, throwing a cushion at him.

Jim grinned, holding up his hands.

“Okay, okay! Calm down! It’s just a prank.”

“It’s a what?” Harold gasped.

“Excuse me, what?” Eleanor said, holding her chest.

A woman holding a cushion | Source: Midjourney

A woman holding a cushion | Source: Midjourney

“It’s Photoshop,” he admitted, still grinning. “I learned it for my design certification course. They said that the edits needed to be convincing to pass. So, I used our family photos as practice.”

Eleanor’s jaw dropped.

“You Photoshopped a creepy woman into our family photos? Why on earth would you do that? Where are the originals?”

“Relax, they’re tucked behind the edited photos.”

A man using his laptop | Source: Midjourney

A man using his laptop | Source: Midjourney

“Don’t you tell me to relax,” Eleanor said, but we could all see that she had calmed down.

Jim smirked, leaning back on the couch.

“Because you take out these albums every single year and humiliate me in front of whoever I’m dating or family that’s visiting. Every. Single. Time. I told you to stop, and you didn’t. So, I decided to get even with you and Dad.”

A man sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

A man sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

Max doubled over laughing. “This is the best thing you’ve ever done, bro!”

Harold, who’d been silent for most of the reveal, finally let out a chuckle.

“Well, you’ve got to admit, Eleanor, this is memorable!”

Her face was a mix of horror and reluctant amusement.

A laughing man | Source: Midjourney

A laughing man | Source: Midjourney

“You scared us half to death, Jim! I thought we were being haunted.”

“Oh, come on, Mom,” my boyfriend laughed. “Admit it, this is way more entertaining than baby Jim in a bathtub.”

For a moment, Eleanor just stared at him, her lips pressed tight. Then, to everyone’s relief, she started laughing. It was the kind of laughter that shook her shoulders and made her wipe tears from her eyes.

“All right, all right,” she said, holding up her hands. “You win. But you’re sorting out that entire album tomorrow!”

A laughing older woman | Source: Midjourney

A laughing older woman | Source: Midjourney

“Deal,” Jim said, still grinning.

As the laughter died down, Jim turned to me, his expression sheepish.

“So, Lizzie, welcome to the family?” he said.

I couldn’t stop laughing. It was ridiculous, yes, but it also showed me something about Jim. He wasn’t just clever. He knew how to stand up for himself in the funniest, most unexpected ways.

A smiling woman holding a mug | Source: Midjourney

A smiling woman holding a mug | Source: Midjourney

This family wasn’t perfect, but they were wholesome, and they were real. And I adored that.

“Come on, it’s time for ice cream cones with all the toppings,” Harold said. “Jim, for pranking us, you do the scooping!”

That night, as we said our goodbyes, Eleanor gave me a warm hug.

“I hope you’ll come back for Christmas, my dear,” she said, her eyes shining.

A tub of ice cream and toppings | Source: Midjourney

A tub of ice cream and toppings | Source: Midjourney

I glanced at Jim and smirked.

“I will,” I said. “But only if the photos are ghost-free.”

Eleanor laughed, and Jim groaned. “You’ll never let me live this down, will you?”

A woman standing in a doorway and laughing | Source: Midjourney

A woman standing in a doorway and laughing | Source: Midjourney

“Never,” I said, slipping my hand into his.

“But I think I’ll sage the house, just in case,” Eleanor said seriously.

As we drove home, turkey hats tucked into the backseat, I couldn’t help but think—I love this goofy, chaotic family already.

A couple sitting in a car | Source: Midjourney

A couple sitting in a car | Source: Midjourney

What would you have done?

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Priest Conducting Funeral Service for Wealthy Woman Leaned over Her Coffin – He Was Stunned to the Core by What He Saw

When Father Michael is conducting a funeral service for a woman, he notices an oddly shaped birthmark on her neck, exactly like his own. What comes next is a journey of self-discovery through the grieving process. Will Father Michael get the answers he so desperately wants to find?

The cathedral was silent, veiled in the heavy air of loss. Shadows from towering candles flickered along the marble floor as mourners dressed in black filled the pews, their heads bowed in reverence.

A funeral in a cathedral | Source: Midjourney

A funeral in a cathedral | Source: Midjourney

Eleanor, known throughout the community as a generous but reserved woman, had left behind both a sizable fortune and an enduring mystery.

Father Michael took a deep breath, the weight of yet another funeral pressing on him as he approached her casket. He’d never met Eleanor in person, yet something about her presence had always seemed familiar, almost hauntingly so.

As he moved closer, a strange compulsion stopped him. It was something that he couldn’t explain.

A priest in a cathedral | Source: Midjourney

A priest in a cathedral | Source: Midjourney

He paused, then leaned in, bowing his head to begin the prayer. But as he did, his gaze drifted to her neck, and he froze.

Just behind her ear, a small, purplish birthmark stood out against her pale skin. It was almost shaped like a plum, the same shape and color as the one he had carried his whole life.

“How?” he muttered. “What does this mean?”

A woman in a casket | Source: Midjourney

A woman in a casket | Source: Midjourney

A chill shot through him, his hand reaching up to press against his neck. He was well aware that everyone was looking at him, but still, he couldn’t help himself.

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

My Neighbor Refused to Pay Me ($250) for Cleaning Her House as We Agreed — I Taught Her a Fair Lesson

They say neighbors can either become friends or foes, but I never imagined mine would turn into both overnight. What started as a simple favor turned into a bitter feud and a twist that left us both reeling.

When my husband, Silas, walked out of our lives six years ago, I never imagined I’d be standing in my kitchen, scrubbing the same countertop for the third time, wondering how I’d become this version of myself.

I’m Prudence, 48, a mother of two, trying to make ends meet while working remotely for a call center. Life didn’t exactly turn out as I’d hoped.

A closeup of a sad and tired lonely woman | Source: Midjourney

A closeup of a sad and tired lonely woman | Source: Midjourney

Silas and I used to talk about our dreams, you know? The kind of life we wanted to build together. But somewhere along the way, those dreams shattered, leaving me to pick up the pieces alone.

He walked out one evening, saying he needed “space to find himself,” leaving me with our then eight-year-old son Damien and just a few months old daughter Connie. I guess he found more than space because he never came back.

A photo showing a sad woman in the foreground with her husband's silhouette in the background | Source: Midjourney

A photo showing a sad woman in the foreground with her husband’s silhouette in the background | Source: Midjourney

“Mom, can I have some cereal?” Connie’s small voice pulled me out of my thoughts. Her wide brown eyes, so full of innocence, stared up at me from the kitchen table.

“Sure, honey. Just give me a second.” I forced a smile, grabbing the cereal box from the top shelf.

Damien, now 14, shuffled into the kitchen, earbuds plugged in as usual. He barely looked up from his phone. “I’m heading out to meet up with Jake, okay?” he mumbled.

A young boy standing in the kitchen with his earbuds plugged in | Source: Midjourney

A young boy standing in the kitchen with his earbuds plugged in | Source: Midjourney

“Don’t stay out too late. And remember, homework first when you get back,” I called after him as he stormed out the door, not waiting for my reply.

It was just another day in the life I’d been patching together since Silas left. Balancing the responsibilities of raising two kids alone while trying to keep a roof over our heads wasn’t easy.

My work at the call center helped, but it wasn’t exactly my dream job. It was a job, though, and in times like these, that’s all that mattered.

A woman working from home | Source: Midjourney

A woman working from home | Source: Midjourney

That’s when Emery, the new neighbor in her early 30s, knocked on my door. I opened it to see her, eyes red-rimmed, looking like she hadn’t slept in days.

“Hey, Prudence, can I ask you for a huge favor?” she said, her voice cracking slightly.

I nodded, stepping aside to let her in. “Sure, Emery. What’s going on?”

A tired and sleepless woman standing outside a house door | Source: Midjourney

A tired and sleepless woman standing outside a house door | Source: Midjourney

She sighed, sinking into the couch like she was about to collapse. “I had this crazy party last night, and then I got called out of town for work. The place is a disaster, and I don’t have time to clean it up. Could you, um, help me out? I’ll pay you, of course.”

I hesitated, glancing at the clock. My shift was due to start in a couple of hours, but the idea of earning some extra cash was tempting. Lord knows we could use it.

“How much are we talking about?” I asked, folding my arms across my chest.

A curious woman looking at someone | Source: Midjourney

A curious woman looking at someone | Source: Midjourney

“Two hundred and fifty dollars,” she said quickly. “I just really need the help, Prudence. I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t an emergency.”

“Alright,” I agreed after a moment. “I’ll do it.”

“Thank you so much! You’re a lifesaver!” Emery hugged me quickly before rushing out, leaving me to wonder what I’d just signed up for.

Emery’s house was a wreck, and that’s putting it mildly. It looked like a tornado had blown through it, with empty bottles, plates with half-eaten food, and trash strewn everywhere.

A messy house with empty bottles, dirty plates, and trash strewn everywhere | Source: Midjourney

A messy house with empty bottles, dirty plates, and trash strewn everywhere | Source: Midjourney

I stood in the middle of her living room, hands on my hips, trying to figure out where to even begin.

Two days. It took me two solid days of scrubbing, sweeping, and hauling garbage out of that house. By the time I was done, my back ached, and my hands were raw. But I kept reminding myself of that $250 Emery promised. That money would go a long way for us.

A woman looks sad and thoughtful while cleaning | Source: Midjourney

A woman looks sad and thoughtful while cleaning | Source: Midjourney

When Emery finally got back, I marched over to her place, ready to collect.

“Emery, it’s done. Your house is spotless,” I said, trying to keep the exhaustion out of my voice. “So, about the payment…”

She blinked at me like I was speaking another language. “Payment? What payment?”

I frowned, my heart sinking a little. “The $250 you promised for cleaning up your house. Remember?”

Emery’s expression shifted into one of confusion, then annoyance. “Prudence, I never agreed to pay you anything. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

A woman looks confused and annoyed while looking at someone | Source: Midjourney

A woman looks confused and annoyed while looking at someone | Source: Midjourney

For a moment, I just stood there, dumbfounded. “You… what? You said you’d pay me! We had an agreement.”

“No, we didn’t,” she snapped. “Look, I’m late for work, and I really don’t have time for this.” She pushed past me, heading towards her car.

“Emery, this isn’t right!” I called after her, but she was already backing out of her driveway, not giving me a second glance.

As I watched Emery’s car disappear down the street, I stood there, fuming. How could she just walk away like that?

An extremely angry woman | Source: Midjourney

An extremely angry woman | Source: Midjourney

Two days of back-breaking work, and she had the nerve to pretend like we never made a deal. I could feel my anger bubbling up, but I knew better than to act on impulse.

I went back to my house, slammed the door behind me, and paced the living room, trying to think. Connie was playing with her dolls on the floor, and Damien was still out with his friends. I didn’t want to drag my kids into this mess, but I also wasn’t about to let Emery get away with it.

A woman lost in her thoughts | Source: Midjourney

A woman lost in her thoughts | Source: Midjourney

“Alright, Prudence, you’ve got to be smart about this,” I muttered to myself. I looked out the window at Emery’s house and an idea started to form in my mind. It was risky, but I was beyond caring at that point. If she wanted to play dirty, I could get down in the mud too.

Twenty minutes later, I was at the local garbage dump, pulling on a pair of old gloves I kept in the car. I wasn’t proud of what I was about to do, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

A woman standing at a garbage dump site | Source: Midjourney

A woman standing at a garbage dump site | Source: Midjourney

I loaded up my trunk with as many garbage bags as I could fit, the stench nearly making me gag. But I gritted my teeth and kept going.

On the drive back, I kept replaying our conversation in my head, her dismissive tone, her refusal to acknowledge what she’d promised. The more I thought about it, the more justified I felt.

She didn’t even have the decency to respect the hard work I’d put into cleaning her filthy house. Well, she was about to see just how dirty things could get.

A woman driving an old car | Source: Midjourney

A woman driving an old car | Source: Midjourney

When I pulled up in front of Emery’s house, the street was quiet. No one was around to see me pop the trunk and start hauling the garbage bags to her front door. My heart pounded in my chest, adrenaline coursing through me as I worked quickly.

It was then I realized something: Emery had forgotten to take her house key back from me. She was in such a hurry when she left, she didn’t even think about it.

A closeup of keys lying on a wooden surface | Source: Midjourney

A closeup of keys lying on a wooden surface | Source: Midjourney

I hesitated for a moment. But then I thought of the look on her face when she told me there was no agreement, the way she dismissed me like I was nothing. I wasn’t going to let her get away with it.

I unlocked the door and stepped inside. The house was still spotless, just as I’d left it, but that was about to change. One by one, I tore open the garbage bags, dumping the contents all over her floors, her counters, and even her bed. Rotten food, old newspapers, dirty diapers: everything mixed in a disgusting heap.

A dirty room filled with trash dumped all over the place | Source: Midjourney

A dirty room filled with trash dumped all over the place | Source: Midjourney

“This is what you get, Emery,” I muttered under my breath as I emptied the last bag. “You wanted to play games, well, game on.”

I closed the door behind me, making sure to lock it, and slipped the key under her welcome mat. As I walked back to my car, I felt a strange surge of satisfaction and guilt. But I shook it off. Emery had brought this on herself.

That evening, just as I was putting Connie to bed, I heard furious banging on my front door. I knew who it was before I even opened it.

A woman hugging her little girl | Source: Midjourney

A woman hugging her little girl | Source: Midjourney

“Prudence! What the hell did you do to my house?!” Emery screamed, her face red with anger.

I crossed my arms and leaned against the doorframe, playing it cool. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Emery. How could I have gotten into your house? We never had any agreement, remember? So, I never had the keys to your house.”

She stared at me, speechless for a moment, before her face twisted in rage. “You—you’re lying! I’m calling the police! You’re going to pay for this!”

A woman screaming in anger | Source: Midjourney

A woman screaming in anger | Source: Midjourney

I shrugged, not breaking eye contact. “Go ahead and call them. But how are you going to explain how I got in? You can’t because according to you, I never had the key.”

Emery opened her mouth to argue, but no words came out. She looked like she was about to explode, but all she could do was turn on her heel and storm off, muttering something under her breath.

I watched her go, my heart still pounding, but this time it wasn’t just from anger. There was a sense of justice, of balance restored.

A happy and determined woman | Source: Midjourney

A happy and determined woman | Source: Midjourney

I didn’t know if she’d call the police, but I wasn’t worried. Emery had learned a valuable lesson that day: don’t mess with Prudence.

As I closed the door, I let out a long breath, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders. I knew I’d crossed a line, but in that moment, it felt like the only way to make things right.

Sometimes, you have to stand up for yourself, even if it means getting your hands dirty. And as for Emery? Well, I had a feeling she wouldn’t be asking me for any more favors anytime soon.

A depressed and exhausted woman | Source: Midjourney

A depressed and exhausted woman | Source: Midjourney

Do you think I handled things well? What would you have done differently in my place?

If you enjoyed this read, here’s another one you might like even more: When my new neighbor knocked on my door at 2 a.m., I had no idea I was about to be dragged into a web of lies and infidelity. What started as an act of kindness quickly spiraled into a moral dilemma that would force me to question everything I thought I knew about trust and doing the right thing.

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expr

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