A 7 year old boy, clean cut, well dressed, sitting in a pew of the local church. His mother on his right, and father on his left. A polite smile is painted on his face as he listens intently to the priest.
"This is my body.." Priest holds up bread
"And this is my blood.." Lifts up chalice filled with wine and then sips the blood of their father.
As the service finishes, the boy and his family heads home and settles in for the night.
12:30 AM
The mother wakes up to hear a panicked scream coming from her sons room, she looks over to find her husband gone.
She runs to the boys room and lets out a blood curdling scream.
She sees her little boy kneeling beside her husband, the boys head and hands buried into his stomach.
He turns his head and looks into his mommy's eyes and with a bloody smile and black eyes says:
"I'm just drinking my fathers blood."
