User blog comment:Witnessme/Creepypasta Short Story Contest/@comment-26206776-20151014030815

I don’t know if my little sister is my little sister anymore. She’s always been a bit odd, and she had this weird thing that she did where she’d speak a strange language. We all thought it to be just a weird way of speaking, or a just something that young children did, but she spoke it so well that she spent most of the day speaking it fluently. She was about 6, and she barely ever spoke anything but the strange tongue.

I’m quite young so I didn’t bother to look to see if it was an actual language until yesterday. I woke up late at night yesterday, and she was there sobbing. She was watching the closet door, sitting down on her knees. She was crying, but behind the glaze in her eyes, she smiled. “Sum profecto et hic et nunc.” She says. Her voice was different, there was a deeper quieter voice behind hers. I remembered it roughly as Some profecto ethic nunc. It was latin.

It roughly translates to “I am here now.”

I’ve been in my room ever since. My mother and father aren’t answering their phones, and at this point they’re to be 2 hours late to work. I don’t know what to do.