Bright Lights
After the SAT, my daughter turned into something I didn't recognize.
She repeatedly stabbed her grandmother, who had raised her, until the old woman bled to death. She pushed her little brother from the tenth floor and killed him on the spot.
My wife and I tried to talk her down, our voices shaking, but she only laughed.
"Grandma and Caleb were too good to me. That's why they had to die! And you two worked so hard to raise me. You paid for my education and gave me everything. You were too good to me, so you have to die!"
Then she set us on fire.
I closed my eyes in despair.
When I opened them again, I was back one week before my daughter's SAT.
This time, I installed a hidden camera in her bedroom.
I didn't care what it took. I was going to find out why she killed us.
When my wife and I watched the footage later, neither of us could say a word.