Crooked Man

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Monica's POV(point of view)

I'm scared. Very scared. I really don't know what's happening to her. It's like...it's like she's someone else! She keeps talking to herself!!! But...but she's my sister! I trust her. I always have. She has always shown me the right way! I don't know what to do. So I just hide. I hide from her

It's probably the man who's making her like this. The Crooked Man. I know him. He comes to me at night. I know you think I'm mad, but I really am not. He sings his song to me.

There was a crooked man, and he walked a crooked mile,
He found a crooked sixpence against a crooked stile;
He bought a crooked cat which caught a crooked mouse,
And they all lived together in a little crooked house

Have you ever felt eyes on you while you tried to sleep? Then you pulled the sheets on yourself to feel safe? To feel safe from the dark. From the eyes. From the silence of the night. And everything, was okay at the end. You were living, at the end. Or you'd think you were.

I killed mom.

She was lying to me.

She made me mad.

She told me I didn't have a sister. Not anymore...

She told me that I was imagining it all...

But I know I'm not. I know she's lying.

So I killed her.

Like she killed my sister a few years ago in front of my eyes.

Now I'm hiding from myself...