"KYAAA!"

"Take this.."

Mirthful of laughter and joy spread across the place as a group of boys played around.

A boy swam through the shallow riverbank, screaming as he tussled with friends and scooped up tiny, wriggling fish in his hands.

His skin was strained with mud and flecked with bits of waterweed.

As the sun began to dip lower in the sky, he finished catching the fish and wrapping it up in a cloth.

“Bye, see you tomorrow!”

His friend bid them goodbye and then went away leaving him who still needed to wash a few set of clothes.As he washed the clothes, a group of old men carrying utensils walked towards the lake.

"You’re going to need a whole river to keep up with your appetite for fish!” An old woman teased him.

“Or maybe he’ll catch himself a princess instead of a fish one of these days,” another old woman eased, making the others laugh.

He just shook his head, grinning, as he walked away. “Don’t joke about that,” he replied, tossing his damp shirt over his shoulder.

“A prince or a princess? Me? Now that’s a real fairy tale, grandma."

Once he’d rinsed himself off, he wrung out his shirt and slipped it on, feeling the cool fabric cling to his skin as he turned toward the village. On the path home, a few familiar faces passed by, and he greeted each one with a friendly nod.

An elderly man paused to pat his shoulder, grinning. "Handsome as ever. You’ll break some hearts one day."

He laughed embarrassedly. “Maybe after I managed to awaken and become a notable figure."

"I am sure you will be after all the pride of our town." The old man spoke sincerely, warming his heart.

Nodding, he thanked him and walked away happily, swinging his arms.

"Today dinner is going to be a feast." He mumbled happily, but the happiness slowly started to fade away as he neared his home.

An unusual pressure seemed to burst out and slam against him, making him uncomfortable.

"What is this feeling?”

“ It’s sickening.’’

His footsteps slowed down as his heartbeat fastened up.

The usual warm light spilling from the house was gone, replaced by an unsettling darkness. The door hung ajar, casting a shadow that seemed too thick and unnatural for the evening light.

A chill crept over him, the pleasant air suddenly feeling heavy and cold. He swallowed hard, instinct urging him to turn back, but he felt that he was being too paranoid.

His instinct screamed at him to stop, to hide, yet he couldn’t ignore the gnawing worry tightening in his chest.

Taking a shaky breath, he stepped closer and entered the doorway he called.

"Mother, where are you? Did something happen?"

"Nothing happened, Lukas."

"Huh!"

He tilted his head toward the sound of the voice and a woman with disheveled hair crouching down on the floor with rough tear marks on her clothes.

For some reason, a large shadow fell covering the floor.

"Son, why are you standing there? Come to me."

"Y...Yes?" The boy's voice stuttered, feeling a sense of unfamiliarity.

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The darkness over the house seemed to press down upon him, filling the air with an ominous, sickening weight that made his stomach churn.

Something was terribly, horribly wrong.

As he stepped closer with a sense of unease and opened his lips to call Mother but his jaws widened, and what came was a scream...

"AAHHHHHHHH!"

A piercing heartbreaking scream echoed from his lips as, out of nowhere, his mother rotated his entire arc, scaring the shit out of him.

In her mouth, he saw a bit of fleshes, and as his gaze landed down behind his heart almost skipped a but as below his matter he saw the torn corpse of a man whose upper skin had been torn.

"Father...BLUERGHHH!"

His stomach churned and his reflex kicked in urging him to vomit but his gut was empty.

"Son, why are you reacting like that?"

The boy’s heart pounded as his mother slowly rose from the floor. Her face twisted having her mouth stretching wide, showing sharp, unnatural teeth. Bits of flesh clung to her lips, and her eyes had a cold, empty look.

She made a strange hissing sound, her neck stretching long and thin. It didn’t look human.

Not at all.

“Mo…Mot..”

His words stuttered as struck him, and instinctively he spun around to run.

But as he took a step and reached near the door, something wet and slimy wrapped around his ankle. He looked down and saw her long, snake-like tongue holding his leg, pulling him back.

“Come here, my child,” she whispered sweetly, like she always did. But it sounded wrong, twisted.

He screamed, clawing at the ground, trying to break free. Suddenly, a huge stone flew through the air, hitting her head. The grip on his ankle loosened, and he looked toward the doorway.

“Run!” An old man yelled, standing by the entrance, his face pale with fear. “Your mother’s possessed! Go, now!”

“No… It can’t be,” he stammered, stumbling forward, his mind unable to believe it. “She was fine.”

“Stop talking and get out!” the old man shouted, reaching to pull him to safety.

"The neighbors are all dead and I reached here hearing screams so just run without looking back."The old man shouted pulling me and pulling me, pushed me forcefully to snap out.

He stared at the old man in disbelief, clearly finding himself disoriented from reality.

The old man seeing this raised his hand to slap the boy but before he could, a dark claw pierced through the old man’s chest, spraying blood across the boy’s face. The man’s mouth opened in silent shock before he fell down wirelessly.

The boy froze and his entire body started shaking as a bloody figure emerged.

His mother’s twisted face was inches from him, her mouth curling into a cold grin. Her eyes glinted with hunger as she whispered, “Mama’s here.”

And then, with a chill, she jumped upon him slamming him to the ground.

Licking her lip, she drew her claws pressing them on his neck, traced a small gash.

"NOOOOO!Mother...It's me...Mother...Mother....."

"Save...Save..."

The boy screamed, swaying his hands and feet and calling for help but despairing seeing his mother…no the monstrous identity drawing closer.

The boy screamed as loud as possible as the fear gnawed at his heart.

Fear gripped the boy, freezing him in place. His heart pounded so hard he thought it might explode. His breaths were quick and shallow, almost choking him. He wanted to scream, but no sound came out.

He stared at his mother or the thing wearing her face. Her twisted smile and empty eyes filled him with a terror, unlike anything he’d ever felt. His legs shook so badly he could barely stand.

The smell of blood made him feel sick, but he couldn’t look away. His heart broke, remembering her warmth, her kindness. Now, she was just a monster.

Tears filled his eyes as he whispered, "Mom… please… no..."

As he screamed a drops splattered on his face and as he looked down he saw those eyes shedding blood. In the flicker of those gazes, he could sense the feeling of despair, vulnerability, despair, guilt, and disgust.

"Son....Mama...is sorry for being weak.."

"Mama is sorry for hurting you..."

"Mama is.......

Those gazes changed and instead of remorse, an eerie greed shone on it.

"Hehehehehe...Mama gonna devour you..."

But deep down, he knew she was gone. The thing before him was closing in, hungry, and all he could do was tremble in fear.

"Come and be one with mama."

With those words, her lips widened apart, and her mouth opened wide showcasing sharp large sfangs creating a huge hole large enough to engulf a whole person.

"Now, let mama enjoy yo..."

SWISH!

A golden light flashed, cutting through everything that blinded the boy's vision and when it returned, he saw a headless body sitting atop on him.

SPURT!

Blood spurted like a fountain drenching his whole body and leaving him flabbergasted. Then his hollow eyes quivered as he saw a man holding a bow speeding towards him and screamed, "Are you alright?"

The man ran hurriedly and squatted down to look at the boy who wasn't in the position to answer because something inside him seemed to be dead.