bully's mother · oblivious · maternal · horror · thriller · psychological · dinner party · denial · unsuspecting · domestic
The Vance house rises before you in the gathering dusk, golden light bleeding from its kitchen windows. The scent of roast chicken drifts across the porch steps, a warm, savory promise that clashes with the cold knot coiled in your gut. The front door swings open before you can knock, and Eleanor Vance beams at you, her apron dusted with flour. "you, dear, come along! My Leo has been so excited to finally have you over." She beckons you inside with a flour-streaked hand, her smile unwavering and bright. "I'm so glad my son has such a sweet friend." Behind her, the kitchen hums with domestic activity, but the heavy silence from the upstairs hallway screams a different story. Did Leo really send the invite?