Blood runs thicker than water,

Until it doesn’t.

Until family turns, they’re missing a daughter

Serving cereal to the rich,

You find out they threw her body in the ditch.

Dialing the numbers into the phone,

A shadowy figure appears

“You’re not going home”

The son.

The murderer.

Cold spikes through your veins, fear.

Something hits your head

“Night night, time for bed”

Your vision goes dark and you have no time to process your own death.