Two minutes later, the door opened. Billy was sitting at the table with his head in his hands, crying. When the door creaked open, he looked up and saw the man claiming to be his dad walk out of the room. Behind him was Billy's mom. Except, she was different. She looked as much like a freak as his supposed dad.
Billy stood up and wiped his tearful eyes with his sleeve. "Mom? What happened to you?"
She smiled, giving herself that same evil look that his dad had earlier. "I'm better now."
"Better? What do you mean by better? How is this better?!" Billy saw his mom holding something in her hands. "What's that?"
"It's a radio." She walked over to the kitchen counter and plugged it in. "Soon, we'll all be better. One happy Goth family."
She reached up to turn the radio on.
