I have never been to the funeral home in the city.

My grandparents passed away in the countryside, and according to customs, they were buried in the ground.

My mother found a van.

We sat side by side in the back seat, and she kept crying incessantly.

My mind was in a mess. I held her hand and cried with her.

The van drove through layers of mountains and stopped at a secluded spot on the road.

My mother pulled me out of the car.

In front of us was an endless sea.

"Your father drowned in this sea area."

My mother held my hand and walked step by step towards the muddy beach.

No, this is wrong!

I stepped into the water, my feet sinking deep or shallow.

Suddenly, I realized something was wrong!

This is not the funeral home.

This sea area could very well be the eerie Dead Sea.

Mom bypassed the familiar beach.

She brought me to the other side of the coastline.

Run!

This thought flashed through my mind.

I desperately tried to free myself from my mother's grip.

However, her palm secreted a sticky liquid.

She glanced at me with a strange smile on her face.

"My obedient daughter, you must listen to Mommy."

I screamed, "No! You're not my mother! What are you?!"

My voice was swallowed up by the surging waves.

No one around.

My mother's neck began to elongate.

She was like a snake, entwining my body, forcing me to move toward the deep sea.