TIFU By having to take a crap and discovering a cult room.
I (15M) have lived a pretty comfortable life until now. I live in the suburbs near a big city so there's always been something for me and my siblings to do, I always excelled in school, and have already started getting in contact with some coaches who are interested in me playing at their colleges.
My parents are very secretive people, I always assumed that's just how parents were, they'd do everything and anything spontaneously, I never knew about our plans until the day they were meant to come into play. They'd never tell me or my siblings when they were leaving or where they were going--they'd just be out for hours, sometimes coming home at 4 am, they'd bring dozens of friends over, never tell me why or when, and also have parties that'd last hours in the attic where they’d wear white, like…all white, literally every single time, the color scheme was casual white, they also had a weird set of rules that only I had to follow for some reason, only me: I couldn’t wear red, had to pat my head when we passed a graveyard, and couldn’t ever hold my hands behind my head.
Along with this, they were legit obsessed with the attic, when we moved into this house (four floors, one attic) I wanted to have more room in there as it had the most space and I could put all of my workout equipment there, but they DEMANDED that I stay on the 2nd floor which eventually turned into a screaming match between the me, my mom, and my step-dad. I caved and moved into the second floor, and to apologize they let me stay at my cousins house in MA for the next two weeks as they moved more and more stuff in. When I came back, the attic door was locked, like, I'm talking paranoid-grandpa-in-apartment-locked locked.
I never minded it, after all, it was an attic, and when I asked my mom about it she'd say that she simply used it for storage; odd, but both my grandma and dad had died a few years before and left behind a lot of stuff, so I believed her. I caught glimpses of the inside over the following weeks, it was oddly underdeveloped compared to the second, third, fourth, and first floors, and there was a toilet in the back of it that I could see through the darkness.
Fast forward to today; I wake up and have to take a shit, I made the mistake of eating three cheese sandwiches yesterday, whoops. So I check on the second floor, step-dad is in the bathroom, downstairs, sister's in the bathroom. I know that the basement is empty and full of spiders so I refuse to go down there, and the third floor doesn't have a bathroom. I also overheard my mom talking about going upstairs to do something, so I decided to cut my losses and release the hoard in the attic.
The place looks pretty normal at first glance, there's a weird amount of paper on the floor that's peeling off and the windows are blocked, but that's it. I go to the bathroom, use the bathroom, and leave, but I notice that's there's almost NOTHING up there despite my mom's claims of it being a storage room, so just to look around for shits and giggles, I open a door which I wouldn't be able to see from the attic stairs (as it is to the left of the door that lets you into the attic) and find a shrine(?) with pictures of my dead dad, grandma, and me on it? It’s nothing Hereditary-level but it’s certainly off putting considering that the thing is surrounded by dolls, theres also a couple of cardboard boxes around the place with literal birds inside of them, I want to say I am kidding, but there are actual fucking birds in them, I know this because on a run through the bronx we went to this Halal market thing or whatever where they packed birds into these boxes with holes in them.
This isn’t proof of a cult, I understand, but this coupled with some recent changes has really led me to believe that my parents are going through some weird stuff. Ever since my grandma and dad died, my mom has gotten really deep into faith and has become friends with this priestess not from the US. I do not know her name, I have met her, and she does live streams on facebook. Again, something relatively normal until I saw that her photo is on the fucking shrine as well (it’s hard to see, but it’s behind a candle)
My parents have also been talking to me about my 16th birthday and have told me that they are going to “mark my head” followed by a laugh which I assumed was always some weird joke.
Photos: https://imgur.com/a/xQ6QpmK
On photo one you can see the first set of dolls, the black one (which resembles me) has a white circle carved or painting on it’s forehead, there are rocks with shells for eyes everywhere, and a huge rock in a clear bowl surrounded by a dark brownish liquid that I’m hoping isn’t what I think it is. There is also a pair of handcuffs there??
Photo two shows a ton of vases or something with more dolls. A old bird cage, maracas, bells, and flowers.
Photo three shows a literal severed hoof along with deer antlers, a pair of handcuffs, and a photo of me (I turned it upside down, it’s the black square)
Photo four shows the shrine and more dolls.
I’m genuinely concerned and confused and don’t know how to bring this up to them.
TL;DR: Parents were always a bit weird and tried to keep me away from the attic, I had to take a big one and accidentally found a shrine.
EDIT #1: Wrote a clarification post on my profile.
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