"Why has everything been so strange lately?" Big-Headed Son huddled in the corner of the sofa, his eyes full of fear and confusion. Their once cozy home now seemed shrouded in gloom, every corner giving off a chilling aura.
"Ever since that happened, everyone's been acting weird," Big-Headed Son murmured, his thoughts drifting back to three days earlier.
It was an afternoon that seemed perfectly ordinary. Sunlight fell through the window onto the doormat by the door when the mail carrier rang the doorbell and handed over a letter.
Big-Headed Son accepted the letter with delight, thinking it was from Grandma's house
