Mary

As you go into your room, tired and wanting to sleep, you hear something under your bed. You don’t mind it until Mary, your daughter comes under with her hands behind her back how have you been, dad? You know something is up, but don’t know what. You say good, nothing much. She then pulls out a pistol from behind her back and points it at you tell me more or else… “why though? you ask because I hate you.