"The truth is, there was never any external curse or supernatural force targeting this family."
"This was simply an inevitable tragedy of revenge, born from hatred that had been repressed for too long." Dean understood.
Kyle, the boy who appeared so cowardly, had lived under the violent abuse and psychological torment of his father and uncle all his life. Though his adoptive mother might not have directly taken part in the abuse, she had chosen to watch coldly and turn a blind eye, becoming an accomplice in all but name.
In this so-called home, he had lived a life worse than that of a slave.
The long years of pain and resentment had finally shattered his sanity. After obtaining some kind of special psychic ability, he had killed his abusive father, Richie Tozier, and his uncle, Bart, one after the other.
And his next target for revenge was that silent enabler—his adoptive mother. He wanted to completely erase all three people who had caused him suffering.
"But he's going about it the wrong way. He shouldn't do this," Sam said with a frown.
"We have to stop him!" Sam abruptly rose to his feet. Though weak, his gaze was exceptionally resolute. "We need to stop him before he makes an irreversible mistake. He isn't a demon—he's a child who's been driven into a corner!"
The three rushed toward Modlin House as fast as they could.
A sense of dread coiled around Sam's heart like an icy venomous snake. They had been too late to stop the first two deaths. This time, they had to hurry.
There was no time to plan an infiltration. Dean kicked open the back door, which had not been fully locked, and charged inside.
The scene in the kitchen was exactly like Sam's vision, but fortunately,