“Jeff Thomson drove back to his house. As he entered the house, he came upon the horrifying sight of his wife’s dead body. After a few seconds, he spotted his three year old son sitting beside her, and approached him.
'Samuel, what happened here,' Jeff fearfully asked his son.
'I played with Sam, then I played with Mommy. Now, I want to play with you!' Samuel replied in a way not unlike the boy from Pet Semetary.
Suddenly, Samuel drew a pocket knife from behind his back and sliced his father’s ankles. As Jeff lied on the ground, his son tore a huge piece of flesh form his throat with his teeth and spat it out. As the police drove up, Samuel walked out of the house and sat on the porch and waited.
'Samuel, what happened here,' Jeff fearfully asked his son.
'I played with Sam, then I played with Mommy. Now, I want to play with you!' Samuel replied in a way not unlike the boy from Pet Semetary.
Suddenly, Samuel drew a pocket knife from behind his back and sliced his father’s ankles. As Jeff lied on the ground, his son tore a huge piece of flesh form his throat with his teeth and spat it out. As the police drove up, Samuel walked out of the house and sat on the porch and waited.