Mother cryed again

As the dark liquid spread across the floor, Emily's eyes widened in horror, her gaze fixed on the growing stain. Sarah, standing beside her, let out a faint whimper, her face pale and trembling. The air seemed to vibrate with tension as Ms. Thompson's scream pierced the silence, her voice like a shattered glass, shrill and jagged. The sound sent shivers down Emily's spine, and she felt her own voice catch in her throat as she tried to speak.

Ms. Thompson's scream grew louder, more frantic, as she stumbled backward, her eyes fixed on the mother's slumped form.

As Ms. Thompson's scream began to fade, the mother's body started to shudder once more, and a low, mournful wail escaped her lips. The sound was like a crack in the dam, and soon she was crying again, great racking sobs that shook her entire frame. The dark liquid continued to spread across the floor, a slow-moving tide that seemed to be pulling everything down into its depths.

Emily felt a cold dread creeping up her spine as she watched, transfixed, as the mother's body seemed to collapse in on itself, her cries growing louder and more anguished with each passing moment.

Ms. Thompson's voice, though barely above a whisper, cut through the mother's anguished cries, her words laced with a quiet urgency. "Sarah, Emily, please... go to your room. Leave us alone for a moment." Her eyes, red-rimmed and puffy, flicked towards the girls, her gaze pleading for them to obey. The mother's wails, meanwhile, continued to escalate, her body shaking like a leaf as she collapsed onto the floor, the dark liquid spreading around her like a dark halo.

Sarah and Emily exchanged a nervous glance, their faces pale and pinched with worry.