When a new family moved in next door, I couldn’t help but notice how much their daughter looked like mine. It made me suspicious. Could my husband be having an affair? I needed to ask him, but the truth I discovered was much worse than I expected.
Emma and Lily, my daughter, were playing together in our backyard. They were twirling around like two bright sunflowers trying to catch the sunlight. Their laughter should have made me happy, but instead, it made me feel uneasy.
I squinted, trying to find any difference between my daughter and the new neighbor’s girl. But it felt like I was looking at two identical pictures. They had the same golden curls shining in the sunlight, the same button noses, and the same playful sparkle in their eyes.
The only clear way I could tell Emma apart from Lily was that Emma was about an inch taller than her new friend.
“Heather?” Jack’s voice broke through my thoughts. “Are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
I forced a smile and looked back at my husband. “Just thinking.”
I didn’t mention how I was worried that our perfect little world might be on shaky ground.
Jack looked confused for a moment, but then Emma came running over and grabbed his hand.
“Come push Lily and me on the swing, Dad!” she shouted.
“Uh… sure, sweetie.” His smile didn’t seem genuine as he let Emma lead him to the swing, where Lily was already waiting.
“Can I go first, pleeease?” Lily asked.
“Okay, but then it’s Emma’s turn,” Jack replied.
As he helped Lily onto the swing, I couldn’t shake the feeling that they looked so comfortable together, like a father and daughter. That thought twisted my stomach with worry.
Later that night, after I tucked Emma in, I found myself looking through old photo albums. I flipped through pages of Emma’s baby pictures, hoping to find some feature that clearly showed she looked like Jack.
“What are you doing?” Jack’s voice startled me.
He stood in the doorway, looking confused.
I quickly shut the album. “Nothing. Just… reminiscing.”
“Reminiscing…” he repeated, frowning a little as he looked over my shoulder at the photo album in my lap.
I could see the questions in his eyes, but he didn’t ask any. Just like I didn’t bring up the growing distance between us or why he always changed the subject when I mentioned our new neighbors.
Days turned into weeks, and my suspicions grew like weeds in a neglected garden. Every shared laugh between Jack and Lily, and every nervous glance when I mentioned the neighbors only fed the growing doubt in my mind.
One sleepless night, I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I turned to Jack in bed.
“Is Lily your daughter?” I asked suddenly.
The words hung in the air like smoke, heavy and suffocating. Jack’s body went stiff.
“What?” He turned slowly, his face full of shock. “Heather, what are you talking about? Where is this coming from?”
“Don’t play dumb, Jack. The girls look exactly alike. And you’ve been acting strange ever since Lily and her family moved in.” My voice trembled. “Just tell me the truth. Did you have an affair?”
Jack sat up, running a hand through his hair. “This is crazy. Of course, I didn’t have an affair! I promised you before God. How can you think I would break that?”
“Then why won’t you talk about them? Why do you shut down every time I mention Lily?”
He hung his head, and his silence spoke louder than words. I could almost hear him thinking, deciding what to say or not say.
“I can’t… I can’t talk about this right now,” he finally said, swinging his legs off the bed.
“Jack, don’t you dare walk away from me!”
But he was already out the door, leaving me alone with my thoughts and fears.
The next morning, I woke up to an empty bed and a note on the nightstand. “Gone to work early. We’ll talk tonight.”
Classic Jack, always avoiding confrontation.
I spent the day in a haze, trying to act normal while my mind raced with worry. By afternoon, I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed answers, and I knew just where to find them.
“Emma, sweetie,” I called out. “Why don’t you go play with Lily for a bit?”
Emma eagerly ran out the door, and I waited an hour before I followed, my heart pounding in my chest. I knocked on the neighbor’s door, forcing my best “neighborhood mom” smile onto my face.
Lily’s father answered, his friendly grin faltering slightly when he saw me. “Hey, it’s Heather, right? It’s so good to finally meet you! Please, come in. I’m Ryan. Emma’s out back with Lily if you’re looking for her.”
“I am… could you call her, please?” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.
As soon as Ryan turned his back to call the girls, I started searching through his living room.
There were many framed photos of Ryan and Lily with people who mostly shared Ryan’s dark hair and olive skin tones. I guessed they were his family. But why were there no photos of Lily’s mom?
Then it hit me—why had I never seen Lily’s mom?
I peeked down the hallway. That’s when a large photo of a blonde woman hanging on the wall upstairs caught my eye. Without thinking, I hurried up the stairs.
“What are you doing?” Ryan’s voice came from behind me, startling me.
I turned and saw Ryan frowning at me. A million excuses rushed through my mind, but none came out. I had to know the truth.
“Is that Lily’s mom? Where is she?” I asked, pointing at the photo.
Ryan flinched. “Yeah… that’s Mary. She’s no longer with us.”
“Because of Jack?” I hurried down the stairs. “They had an affair, didn’t they? And that’s why Lily and Emma look so much alike, isn’t it?”
We talked for hours, and Jack finally shared years of family secrets and shame. With each revelation, I felt the space between us getting smaller.
As the sun began to set, I heard Emma and Lily’s laughter coming through the open window. Jack and I moved to the window to watch them, two golden heads bobbing in the fading light like sunflowers.
I leaned against him, feeling the steady beat of his heart. The girls still looked like two copies of the same photograph, but now I understood the deeper truth behind their resemblance.
The girls’ similar looks weren’t a sign of betrayal but a sign of healing: a second chance for a broken family.
Emma and Lily’s laughter echoed in the backyard again as they twirled around, and it felt like a promise of new beginnings. This time, the sound didn’t chill me; it warmed my heart.
What Are Witches’ Stairs? A Simple Explanation of This Strange Home Design
Witches’ stairs are a strange but interesting design feature that became popular on TikTok a couple of years ago. Even though they have an unusual history, their name doesn’t really have to do with superstition. Instead, these stairs are a clever design choice. When made and installed correctly, they can be both useful and nice to look at!
Witches’ Stairs aren’t what they Appear.
While the stories about witches’ stairs might sound more interesting, they actually have a very practical purpose. They are really useful in homes with little space, like attics, lofts, and tiny houses. Witches’ stairs are designed to save space while still allowing you to go from one floor to another. Architects often call them “alternate tread stairs.”
How Witches’ Stairs Function
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Witches’ stairs are designed to save space in two ways. First, each step is only half as wide as regular steps, and the steps are staggered. This makes the staircase narrower than a traditional one. These smaller stairs can also be used for extra storage, like for books or displaying items. According to Scott Schuttner, who wrote “Basic Stairbuilding,” the distance between the steps on one side of an alternating-tread stair is twice the height of the rise, which gives you more space on the steps and makes them safer.
Besides being practical, witches’ stairs meet building codes and safety standards in the U.S. A standard staircase is usually 3 feet wide, while a residential witches’ staircase is typically between 27 and 30 inches wide.
Real Origins
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In 1985, a businessman named J.M. Lapeyre created a metal version of witches’ stairs. He thought these stairs could be a safe alternative to ladders in commercial and warehouse settings, especially in tight spaces where ladders might not be safe. This design is also used on commercial ships and oil rigs, and it can be called ship stairs or ship ladders, in addition to witches’ stairs and alternate tread stairs.
Misconception
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When videos of witches’ stairs first appeared on TikTok in 2021, they were linked to an urban legend. According to this legend, these staircases were built in 17th-century Massachusetts to keep witches away during the Salem witch trials because “witches can’t climb up them.” This idea has been proven false, but another rumor suggests that Thomas Jefferson came up with the design. Because of this, witches’ stairs are sometimes called Jeffersonian or Jefferson stairs. However, an original version of the design was also mentioned in a book called “Monckton’s One Plane Method Of Hand Railing and Stair Building,” published in 1888.
Debunking the Myth
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The exact origins of witches’ stairs are a bit unclear, but one thing is clear: there’s no historical evidence that they were designed to keep witches away. Historian Robin Briggs has studied many historical sources and found no mention of stairs that could disable witches. Interestingly, some people with these unique staircases also buried “witch bottles” or included dead cats in their homes for protection against witchcraft, but Briggs calls this idea “pure disinformation.” He notes that the closest belief was that putting a broom over the door would trap a witch inside.
While it’s fun to think about myths and legends, it’s also interesting to know the real history of witches’ stairs. Regardless, they offer a unique and decorative alternative to regular staircases, adding a fun and quirky touch to home design.
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