My arms tightly and nervously embraced the throw pillow closer to my body as I kept my widened eyes in front of me. The low and terrified voices of two people – almost whispering – filled my ears and the four corners of our living room. The stillness around them as they were talking sent chills to my spine, and I nervously anticipated the worst thing that might happen to the young woman and child in front of me.
My grip on the pillow tightened as if I was about to rip it off when I heard a rumbling sound from the background gradually became louder. Then the next I heard was the screeching scream of the child when she saw the young woman’s head was cut off in front of her.
“s**t!” I profusely exclaimed while desperately burying my face on the throw pillow in my arms. That sight for
