Adopted by Billie Eilish

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When night rolls around, I head up in my room to change. The closet door is open, and I still see the red eyes. I need to get my clothes from there, and the bulb is out. I'll just have to borrow one of Billie's shirts and pants for tonight. I sneak into her room while she's taking a shower downstairs and grab a shirt from the back of her closet, sliding it on. I grab some sweatpants and put those on. 

And as I do, I hear Billie scream from downstairs.

I throw open her door and rush downstairs to the bathroom. The door opens, and I run into Billie. She has a long towel wrapped around herself.

"Brooke! The drain!"

I hurry inside and look down the drain. I don't see anything. I look a little closer and then see the curved claws just barely visible against the dark abyss of the pipes. I hear the tapping against the metal, more like clicking.

Clickclickclickclickclick.

"Do you see it?" she asks, fear in her eyes.

I nod. "Yeah, I see it."

A glowing red eye opens up, causing Billie to fall backwards and onto the cold tiled ground. She adjusts her towel before it slips off.

"Brooke, I'm scared!" she says. "You let a demon into the house!"

"I know!" I reply. "I'm sorry. I didn't think that it would actually come." I freeze. "We might need to get somebody."

"Yeah, you think?" She takes a deep breath. "Forget the shower. At least I managed to wash my hair. I'll get dressed upstairs. Plug the drain so it doesn't enter the house. I'll grab some salt."

"Okay. Do you have a bike?"

She nods. "Yeah. Why?"

"I'm going to ride down to some sort of Catholic store and find a few crosses, just in case we need them."

"Brooke, I'm not a religious person. Would it really work in my house?"

"God'll protect us. I promise," I say. Although I may not be keeping that promise.

She nods. "Hurry. Go! I'll make a circle with salt around the bed. It's in the garage. There's a savings jar on a shelf in there next to the Dragon. Grab, like, fifty bucks. Buy as much stuff as you can."

"Okay. I love you, Mom. Be careful."

"I love you, too, Brooke. You, too."

I slide on my shoes and rush into the garage, counting out fifty bucks. I grab the garage door opener and push the button. It opens with a rumble, revealing the full moon. I hop on the bike in the corner and ride out, closing the garage door behind me. I begin my journey in search of a store.

After a while, I find one. I park the bike and prop it up with the kickstand before hurrying in. I grab three crosses, a few prayer cards, some holy candles, two rosaries, and some holy salt before I hurry to the checkout counter. The lady looks at me with confusion.

"Are you trying to perform an exorcism?" she jokes.

"Sort of. There's a demon that got in our house. Protection for the night before we can get an expert."

"How'd it get in?"

"Um, I kind of summoned it," I admit. "I didn't mean to. It just happened."

"Was it 'The Closet Game?'" I nod. "Yeah, don't do that again. I'll give you a major discount; grab some more stuff."

I begin looting the shelves, grabbing as much stuff as I can carry. She shoves it all in several big bags. "Fifty dollars even."

I hand her the money and take the bags. I thank her and hurry back to Billie's house on the bike.

I can only hope it's not too late.

A/N: Don't try this unless you actually want a demon in your house. It's not worth the risk, but if you want to try it, go ahead. I won't stop you. But if some supernatural events occur, I TOLD YOU SO. Remember this brief discussion.