Imagine pulling into a dark lot, tired and on edge, and then hearing the crunch of footsteps and the dull thunk of gloved hands trying the locks—five shadows moving toward your car like something out of a nightmare. You reach for your gun because you’re scared for your life, and in the seconds that follow everything snaps into a brutal, terrible clarity: one shot, then two, then more, each one a heartbeat of panic and survival. The air tastes metallic with fear; you don’t register faces so much

A boy called the police and said that his parents were doing something in the room: the officers decided to check and discovered something horrifying 🫣 The call to the police station ended as abruptly as it had begun. — Help, my parents, they… — the boy’s voice barely got out before a man’s voice came through the receiver: — Who are you talking to? Give me the phone! And then silence. The officer on duty exchanged a glance with his partner. According to protocol, they were obliged to check the