I imagined, what if mama actually had feelings for a kid and didn't view them as another treat?
I slowly walked around my house with my flashlight slowly fading. I carefully crept through the dark house to make sure... she.. doesn't find me. "give me a treat!" my tattletail repeatedly said in that high baby tone. I sighed in annoyance. "shut up already...." i muttered making my way to the fridge. when i reached for the fridge door, he stopped his babbling. i glanced at him and saw his eyes darting back and forth. I realized that those eyes weren't half lidded. they were wide. than... that distinct grinding noise was heard. "oh no..."
I was nearing my prey. I smelt (his/her) fear. oh how delicious it smelt... I was wandering around the house following the succulent scent of fear. then I came across that dainty silouette. I bared my teeth in hunger. 'come to mama...' as i crept closer (he /she) shook her flashlight. I stopped in my tra