Chapter 3Midnight Terrors: Mom's Sleep-Talking Murder Plot

As I lifted the pot lid, a delicious aroma wafted out.

Corn chowder, my favorite soup.

But as soon as I tasted it, I noticed something odd.

There was a strange bitter taste, along with a hint of rust.

Looking closer at the soup, I saw tiny gray particles floating on the surface.

It looked like some kind of soil.