Their ten-year-old son vanished without a trace. The frantic search led his parents to the home of the strange old neighbor everyone in town whispered about. When they looked through her window, they saw something that made their blood run cold.
Evelyn stood in the kitchen, moving quickly between the stove and the counter. A large pot of soup simmered, trays of cookies cooled near the window, and beside her, she had neatly stacked outfits for herself, her husband Mike, and their ten-year-old son Dylan. It was Christmas Eve, and they were preparing to drive to the next town, where Mike’s business partner had invited them to celebrate the holiday in his countryside home.
Dylan walked in, dragging his feet, holding his winter cap in one hand. “Mom, why can’t I just stay home? I don’t want to go,” he complained.
Evelyn sighed, still stirring the pot. “Sweetheart, you can’t stay home alone. You’re too young.
We’ll be together as a family, and it won’t be so bad.”
“I’m not a little kid anymore,” Dylan muttered. “I don’t like going to those boring dinners. Nobody even talks to me.”
Before Evelyn could answer, Mike’s voice cut in sharply from the hallway.
“Stop nagging your mother!” He entered the kitchen, his expression hard. “You’re going, Dylan. End of discussion.”
Dylan’s shoulders sank.
“But Dad—”
Mike raised his voice. “Enough! You heard me.
Get ready.”
The boy turned away, frustrated. Evelyn put down the spoon and faced her husband. “Mike, sometimes you’re too hard on him.
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