As I gobbled up my mom's stomach I remembered what she use to say to me when "You are what you eat" She was so delicious. I couldn't wait to be her after all she was my hero, my delicious hero.

"Don't look up she hates being seen" 

My sister says mommy killed her. Mommy says that I don't have a killer.

I'm working the night shift alone tonight. There is a face in the cellar looking at me.

It's been watching me for hours now. Sometimes I can catch glimpses of it on my computer screen, but I don't dare to turn around.

The longer I wore it the longer it grew on me. She had such pretty skin.

You wake up but she doesn't.