“But I don’t want to go to bed, the man with no eyes is waiting for me in the closet!” she argued. The fear in her eyes looked real, but kids always have overactive imaginations. I open her bedroom closet to show that it’s empty.

Later, I hear her soft footsteps in the hall, heading to the bathroom. The toilet flushes and the water begins to run. Then it keeps running. I get up to see what’s taking her so long. I find the bathroom empty, the water having been left on. I step out of the room and notice the hall closet is open. I look inside to see a small form, pale and covered in blood. I scream and turn around. The man with no eyes is standing behind me.