บท 118: Ma... Ma? [Trigger Warning!]

Kyle was unconscious but that didn't mean his mind was dead so where was it?

Unlike the nightmares he has been having, Kyle couldn't voluntarily wake up from this.

But unlike his previous nightmares, he was self-aware that he was in a dream.

Kyle had no idea this time, to him, what he was experiencing was as real as it gets.

He was a boy, no more than seven, seated on a deserted table.

The pieces of furniture were worn out, there was no way that this apartment was healthy enough to live in.

 Yet a child was on the table with a bowl of cereal right in front of him and the sound of a radio blasting off in the distance.

"You stupid bitch! I told you to get rid of it but you don't fucking listen now look at the mess we are in!" A man barked behind the door.

"Don't speak that way about him! He is your son!" A woman screamed back.

"My son? I'm not even sure that thing is human! Fuck it! I'm done!" The man screamed.