Run, Luna! Your Mother is a Killer
Language: en
I was out shopping when my phone buzzed with a FaceTime call from my mom. "Luna, run! You're in danger!" Looking at her pale face and the sandy beach background behind her, I was completely confused. "Mom, didn't you just go to the food truck to buy me some fries?" "I can literally see your back right now. Stop messing with me—" Before I could finish, a cold shiver ran straight down my spine, and my mind went entirely blank. Because the woman who had gone to buy me snacks turned around. She wasn't holding a phone. Then who was the person on my screen? "Luna, don't eat anything she gives…