Your mother is such a kind, soft soul! …At least, that’s what you thought…

The year is 1927. You’re sitting outside playing, like your mother had told you to. Suddenly, you hear a yell, and something splatter.

You walk inside, and see your mom sitting on her knees on the ground, your dad’s stomach cut open as she ate his insides.

”What a delight! Though, he does seem to taste slightly different…” Rosie said, her face and hands covered in blood.