It has been a yearly ritual ever since they were born, a ritual that grew more and more dangerous with each passing year. In the beginning it was something they looked forward to. Now it was torture for the three of them.
Last year was their biggest and most dangerous ritual. They were afraid of having to relive those memories, those haunting, disturbing memories that kept them up at night.
This year, they were planning ahead; they were going to survive by any means possible.
“He should be asleep by now. I’m sure he won’t mind if I do this.”
Leon acted asleep as he heard Grandmother Jocelyn entering the room. As an added layer of protection, he rolled over and moved around in bed, making sure his back was towards her.
I should be safe like this, he thought.
His bed suddenly felt a bit sunken in behind him. Before he could try and react save himself he felt a cold, flabby pair of lips pressing hard against his cheek. His eyes widened when the smell of deviled eggs and vinegar reached his nose.
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