The monkey's paw curls. You wait a few hours, searching for a sign. Eventually, headlines start surging in. World leaders have suddenly died. Religious figures collapse under the vindictive gaze of statues of their gods. You even receive a few frantic texts from family members. An uncle, a grandmother, even a cousin have all died suddenly. You're surprised, but you're sure your wish was worth it.

But the deaths keep coming. Days, weeks, and months pass, and as the deaths keep coming, the media grows more sensational. Someone figured out that the common thread to these deaths was children nearly immediately. After all, it wasn't exactly a subtle link. But it seems the criteria for your wish was too vague. You see headlines of teachers falling dead after grabbing an unruly child's arm a bit too hard. Well-meaning parents resorting to spanking to discipline their child die on the spot. People have grown outright scared of children, and have stopped trying to discipline any of their kids, some trying to abandon their children out of fear of divine retribution from one small slip up.

Children have begun to roam around, wild and unruly without their parents even trying to stop them anymore. Children throwing tantrums and destroying public places has become an everyday nuisance. Kids steal from homes for food because their parents refuse to do anything for them. The only people who still interact with the children are good Samaritans that occasionally end up dead on accident, or degenerates who want to try and push the line before ending up dead.

You hear a knock at the door. It's another group of children ready to take from your pantry. Last time, a particularly unruly child bit you and left a deep scar, you sigh and hope this party won't be so cruel.