He didn't have to be scared anymore. baby wasn't crying. Everything would be fine..... or so he thought. But he could protect her, just like he had done all those years ago when he heard her shrilling screams from the little, dirty room down the hall. When he sat all alone in the tiny blood-stained closet. He was here and that was all that mattered. she was all that mattered. He could not find them.... could he? but like all fears, he was soon about to learn, that they never really stay buried for long. sooner or later they will come for you, whether or not you let them in.