I have this scene in my head that goes something like this:
Mom: “Good night, my lovely son”
30 minutes later
Mom quietly enters my room
Pets me on my head for a good few seconds
Suddenly pulls out a knife and stabs me
I struggle to say with my last breath: “Mooommmm… why? 🥺”
Does anyone else have a brain that just think weird shit like this?
Not really. I mean, what are the chances there are two murderers in the house?