She sat across from them, eating soup with small, precise movements. The spoon clicked against her teeth each time—too loud, too regular. A metronome counting down to something.
Click.
That night, Elias pulled the covers over his brother’s head and whispered: goodnight mommy 1
Click.
Outside, the cornfields rustled in a wind that wasn’t there. And somewhere in the dark house, a pair of scissors opened. Closed. Opened. She sat across from them, eating soup with
Here’s a short piece inspired by the tense, atmospheric horror of Goodnight Mommy (2014): The bandage itched. She sat across from them