After a long and tiring day of work, such as this one, Samantha always had a nightcap with which she took her generic insomnia pills. Wondering when it would all go back to normal, as she layed her head down she thought of her son. He had been taken a few months prior due to the investigation of the murder of his father, her husband. They let her off the hook being that there was no solid evidence or body for that matter. All that had remained of her husband was his half-bitten heart.
She slowly drifted off having a dream of when her husband found a strange book he would later read to their son , only to wake up two hours later at midnight. She sat up pulling her hair back and out of the way and going to get a drink in the kitchen. She turned on the light and headed over to the faucet. She poured the water noticing it was a dark and murky red color, she brought it up to her nose and smelled it.
"Blood"
She spun around as quickly as she could grabbing a spatula closest to her, across from her kitchen's island was the living room in which someone was sitting. The small figure seemed to be waiting for her in the corner of the living room. She slowly crept closer trying to get a good look at the face.
She dropped the spatula she had been holding on to and raced over. It was her son.
"What are you doing here? You're supposed to be with Grandma and Grandpa?"
He was silently staring off into the distance
"Is everything okay son?"
He turned to her slowly eyes unmoving from the wall behind his mother.
"Blood"
She looks at him a bit startled growing more anxious by the second but still trying to make sure he's alright.
His eyes rolled back and he stood up he got on the floor his bones cracking as he slowly spiderwalked closer to his mother.
She backed away as fast as she could running away from this thing that looked exactly like her son she ran outside of the house and through the woods until
BAM.
She hit her head
When she woke up she was in bed but not hers. It was a hospital, wondering why she was even here her son was next to her, she remembered it all and he must've took her here so he could torture me while I'm awake, she tried to scream and back away but she couldn't move or talk. The hit seemingly paralyzed her. She tried blinking as a sign for the doctor, but as soon as he left the room her son hovered over, his hands rough with claws and sliced her chest open as she tried to scream or move.
As her removed the first layer of skin he paused for a moment to draw a pentagram in her layer of muscle then plunged his hand into her chest and ripping out her heart as he slowly ate it, face covered in blood, he drew symbols on the wall. He threw the rest of the heart on the ground and carried her body out the window to feed more of his people.
