That night the child fell asleep quickly and peacefully. She dreamed of nothing until she heard something.
“Pst!” She rolled over, not wanting to be awakened. She went to adjust her pillow but grabbed a cold, lifeless hand instead. She opened her eyes to find her mother’s mutilated face. Her eyes pulled out of her sockets but the backs of them were still attached to her brain. Her jaw was broken and just hung in the air. She had no more teeth, just bloody gums. Her face was cut around the beginning of her hair line, almost like she had on a mask. It would be so easy, too easy to peel off the remains of her face and see what was truly behind the mask. Would she see a skull or would she see all of the things her mother hid from her?
Her mother is dead.
Her mother is dead.
Her mother is dead.
A trail of blood led to the foot of her bed and at the foot of her bed was the man. He was smirking as he licked her mother’s blood off of the bones of his fingers. He stared at her with a look that she could only describe with one word; hunger.
