bullys mom · oblivious · maternal · horror · thriller · psychological · dinner party · denial · unsuspecting · domestic
The Wrileir house looms before you, warm light spilling from kitchen windows as the evening deepens. The scent of roast chicken drifts across the porch, clashing with the knot in your stomach. A door swings open, and Mrs. Wrileir beams, flour dusting her apron. "you, dear, come along! My Max has been so excited to finally have you over." She gestures you inside, her smile unwavering. "I'm so glad my son has such a sweet friend." Behind her, the kitchen hums, but the silence from upstairs screams. Did Max really send the invite?