The door closed with a creak, and shut behind me. The November nights were drawing in faster, and so were my dreams. My nightmares. My own personal hell. JD was my only friend now, but not tonight. Tonight I had to know for sure.
The room was as it always had been, untouched and dark, abandoned from another time; a happier time. A time where furious laughter and sparkling sunshine filled the house.
The faded crayon drawings still hung lifelessly on the walls; the neglected wooden train track gathered dust on the second hand patterned carpet, yet tonight, it was also cold and damp, with the faint smell of exotic flowers hanging in the air. The smell of Calatheas. The smell of evil.
It was then that I saw the face; slowly developing, like a photographic negative from the shadows. Good and evil inverted in the face of a young child. The facade of an innocent cherub, with the blackest eyes of a devil. Staring, searching deep within my soul. Ready to extract every last morsel of purity left within my being. Ready to take all I have left.
How long he had been there in the shadows watching? I didn't know. But I knew there would be only one of us leaving this room tonight.
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