I thought what became of the demon in the dark? The slithery monster who tormented my youth on occasion. Delicate with his hands and quiet as a mouse. That heavy breathing which meant it was close. I could never sleep and no one believed me not even my parents.

The complaints, oh the crying to my parents hoping for answers, solutions even the suggestion of changing home.

What’s become of the demon in the dark? I wonder who visits her at night while she spends her days locked up.