Psych! It's your mother's hand, Your whole family was waiing for you to come home for your surprise birthday party. She wanted to be the one to turn on the lights!
You pull your hand back, a shriek building up in your throat. A face becomes visible, and words form from its lips. Shaking your head frantically, you try to say no. But it's too late, you remember now. You're living a lie, a fantasy. The face has just reminded you that you murdered your family...for a Klondike bar.
It's 5:18 where I am