Mia, a single mother, had spent years building a stable life for her son, Luke. When she met Jake, she finally allowed herself to believe in happiness again. He was kind, dependable, and everything she had hoped for. Their weekend getaway to his childhood beach house seemed like the perfect chance to bond as a family.
The house was charming, nestled by the cliffs with the sound of waves crashing below. Luke, always the curious one, explored every corner while Mia and Jake unpacked. As the afternoon sun cast golden hues over the sand, a sudden shout shattered the tranquility.
“Mom! Jake! Come look at this!” Luke’s voice trembled with unease.
They found him near the old tool shed, kneeling beside a half-buried wooden box. His hands shook as he pried it open. Inside, tangled in brittle fabric, were bones—small, delicate, unmistakably human.
Mia’s breath hitched. “Jake… what is this?”
Jake’s expression darkened. For the first time, Mia saw something unsettling in his eyes—something cold.
“That shouldn’t be here,” he muttered, stepping forward.
Luke clung to Mia’s side. “Mom, let’s go.”
But Jake didn’t move aside. Instead, he smiled—a slow, eerie smile that sent chills down Mia’s spine.
The idyllic weekend had become a nightmare, and now, trapped miles away from town, Mia realized the man she trusted might not be who he claimed to be.
