My Mom is a Wannabe Final Girl - Intro

     Sometimes I wishes I got out of this dumb city like my sisters had. There was so much weird stuff going on but someone needed to keep an eye on our mother. She was nothing but trouble a good seventy-five percent of the time. For the longest time, Mom had been obsessed with true crime and horror movies and how to survive them. None of us knew why she was like this. But whatever it was, my sisters and I grew up being lectured over how to get away from whatever it was. 

    These things were so common in our household. Whenever we watched shows or movies that was some sort of crime or horror, Mom paused at multiple moments to say who did what wrong or how they could use a background prop as a weapon. Serial killer? The group didn't take open opportunities to attack. Demon out on a rainy day? Perfect time to stay in and read. 

    Mom made plans for everything and she told us each and every one of them. She would ramble on and off about the different ways to get rid of demons, from fiction or non-fiction works. Some of those ramblings included the soft spots of the human body: private parts, the eyes, behind the knees, the throat, the gut, places like that. We listened to it. 

    In a way, the ramblings aided our creativity in the strangest ways. My youngest sister ended up with high ranks in her interior design classes. My other sister is doing something I honestly don't know the name of. I had been 'job hoping', acting as more of a jack of all trades while writing on the side. I honestly enjoyed it. Especially the small odd jobs that both trained well and paid well. 

    Yet, Mom wanted to stay in the city. My sisters left and I enjoyed the city travel. Eh, overall it wasn't that bad. The crime rates were the weirdest part. One month, it could be up, but the next, it was down. I didn't care too much about it but my mom went crazy over them. 

    I really should have taken more care for the rates. 

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