Goodnight Mommy 1 Official

She smiled. It took too long to arrive. And when it did, it didn’t reach the eyes that weren’t quite her eyes.

Lukas studied her hands. The left one trembled slightly when she lifted the bowl. Their mother’s left hand had never trembled. She used to hold a cigarette steady through a two-hour phone call with Aunt Margit, ash never falling.

“That’s not Mom.”

Click.

Outside, the cornfields rustled in a wind that wasn’t there. And somewhere in the dark house, a pair of scissors opened. Closed. Opened. goodnight mommy 1

Click.

Click.

“I love you,” she said. “Both of you.”