6-1/18 12:08 (night)
I can't sleep .. no difference from any other night for me.. I feel the demons in my presents. I assure you that they don't want to hurt me they simply want to have a tea party. Sounds innocent enough. So I bring out a cup as Scribbles crosses his legs as he sits on the floor. I lay the cup gently in front of him as he looks down and back at me. I turn to see Lovlet has joined the tea party as well. He sits with his legs bended and pressed against his chest. With Lovlet's age being 6 years old it was assumed he would enjoy the small gathering. 'Where is MY tea cup, Mommy?' Lovlet whined slamming his fists to the floor, grabbing Scribbles' attention as his head turned. Lovlet looked and was too scared to continue his whine. 'Sorry' I whispered setting another cup in front of the child and in my place. Starring blankly Scribbles asked 'Where is the tea?'. It was that voice.. The voice I hadn't heard in what seemed to be forever.. So low pitched.. So demonic. 'Wendy' I snapped back to reality looking into Scribbles' lifeless eyes as I saw a smirk creep onto his face. Within a second Scribbles pinned Lovlet to the wall. The boy's feet started to lift off the ground as he scratched away the furry hands wrapped around his neck. Squeezing tighter and tighter as the bunny yelled 'WHERE'S THE TEA, WENDY? WHERE IS IT.' And with that they vanished. Leaving my heart beating for more.
