My sоn саmе hоmе with а gift frоm оur nеighbоur — Whеn I sаw whаt wаs in, I dесidеd tо mоvе оut

Last Friday, my 10-year-old son, Jake, came home from playing outside with a grin plastered on his face. He was holding a small wooden box, carefully cradling it likе it was the most precious thing in the world.

“Mom, Mooom, Mr. Carson gave me a present!” he said, his eyes wide with excitement. I immediately felt a bit uneasy. Mr. Carson had never shown any particular interest in Jake before, so this sudden gesture felt strange. But Jake’s enthusiasm was contagious, so I smiled and told him to show me what was inside.

Jake’s face lit up even more as he relayed Mr. Carson’s instructions. “He told me to wait until I got home to open it. He said it would be a special surprise.”

The unease in my stomach tightened, but I didn’t want to dampen Jake’s excitement. So I nodded and watched as he struggled with the lid for a moment before it finally popped open.

Unveiling the Horror

When I saw what was inside, my heart nearly stopped. The box was filled with dеаd insects, each meticulously pinned to a soft cushion lining the box. There were beetles, moths, and even a few large spiders. It was likе something out of a horror movie.

Jake’s smile faltered when he saw my reaction. “Mom? What’s wrong?”

I struggled to keep my voice steady. “Jake, where exactly did Mr. Carson get this?”

“I don’t know mom, he just said…