My son hadn’t picked up the phone in two weeks, so I went to his house without warning. The moment I stepped inside, I noticed movement under my grandson’s bed. When the police pulled it up, what they uncovered left everyone frozen in shock. Because…

My son hadn’t answered the phone for two weeks, so I decided to go to his house. When I arrived, the unlocked door and the ransacked living room sent a chill down my spine. Then, I heard it—a faint scraping sound from under my grandson’s bed. When the police lifted the bed, what we found left us all in shock.

I still remember it perfectly. On that fateful day, I took the first bus to Chicago. During the three-hour ride, I didn’t say a single word.