Late at night i hear my four year old walk into my bedroom.
"Mama?"
"Yeah?" I reply
"We forgot to brush my teeth."
"Okay," i mumble. "Lets go do that.
We walk into the bathroom. My son stands on the stool and watches me put toothpaste on his toothbrush.
As i turn to him, something in the mirror catches my eye. Looking at it i gasp. Its my sons reflection. But instead of eyes he has dark gaping pits and in his mouth is rows of razor sharp teeth. It is grinning evily.
I look back at my son. A smile plays on his lips.
"Night night mommy..." He whispers
Then everything goes dark.
