"One of them had to die, so the other could live a normal life.

Halloween is coming near so I decided to share something I've been so intrigued and creeped out by for the longest time, and this story is about The Silent Twins.

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Pictured above, June and Jennifer Gibbons were born on April 11, 1963 in Wales to Bajan parents. There was something very peculiar about these twins, and that was they only communicated amongst themselves.

The twins spoke in a language only they could understand. One source says it was a very cryptic, bird-like language, but another source says they spoke in speeded up English.

Their continued resistance to interact with others in society deeply resulted in more exclusion, resulting them to be separated in hopes to encourage socialization. But, that didn't work and the twins went into catatonic states.

Soon after, the twins were reunited and they shut themselves up in their room, where they performed intricate plays for each other and wrote in their diaries.

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June Gibbons
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Jennifer Gibbons

Their diaries were filled with very chilling entries for example June wrote in hers, "Nobody suffers the way I do, not with a sister; with a husband, yes; with a wife, yes; with a child, yes, but this sister of mine, a dark shadow robbing me of sunlight, is my one and only torment.

June sensed that Jennifer might be envious of her, because she was older and mightier in every way. June also wrote in her diary, "She wants us to be equal. There is a murderous gleam in her eye. Dear Lord, I am scared of her. She is not normal … someone is driving her insane. It is me."

Soon, the twins became involved in petty crime, becoming charged with sixteen counts of burglary, theft, and arson. They pleaded guilty to all charges in May 1982, and were sent to Broadmoor Mental Hospital.

At Broadmoor, doctors found the twins "deeply disturbing and even dangerous." They were split up and housed in cells on opposite ends of the hospital, and nurses often found them eerily frozen in the same distinct poses. This went on for 11 years. The doctors then agreed to transfer June and Jennifer to Caswell Clinic.

But, only one sister would survive the relocation. Marjorie Wallace, a biographer, spoke with Jennifer who stated over a cup of tea, "Marjorie, Marjorie, I'm going to have to die."

When Marjorie asked why, Jennifer simply said, "Because we decided."

In March of 1993, Jennifer was rushed to the hospital, where she was pronounced dead. Her cause of death was acute myocarditis, or a sudden and lethal inflammation of the heart. But, doctors found no trace of poison in Jennifer's system.

According to June, Jennifer simply placed her head on her twin sister's shoulder. She then took her last breath, and said, “At long last, we’re out.”

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Jennifer (left) and June (right) posing with Marjorie Wallace.

After Jennifer's death, June went on to live her "normal" life, and as for Jennifer, she’s buried under a headstone engraved with a poem written by June.

It reads: "We once were two/We two made one/We no more two/Through life be one/Rest in peace."

This is the longest article I've ever written, and I'm really into cases like these (sort of), and I don't know if I'm gonna write any more like these. I might if I stumble across an interesting case I'd want to share. Let me know if this was interesting to read. Bye!