Your little sister is a menace.

No, seriously. She’s been on killing spree after killing spree. Worse? She’s ten. A ten year-old going on killing sprees would be scary.

The year is 1954. You get home from school one day to find Mandy standing in the living room, staring at you menacingly. At her feet were the dead bodies of your parents, one missing a head.

Mandy looked at you and giggled. “Guess who’s next~” She sang, with an insane smile.