To be told at a campfire, or to be read with your friends, in the night, of course. A short hyperrealistic tale of child abuse, and of the old demons we never leave even as we enter adulthood.
That night he slept in his daughters room. And he was greeted by a guest he'd known long ago...
Warning: In writing this I do not mean to offend or anger anyone. It portrays child abuse in it's darkest, most perverse forms. It is not uplifting in any way, and written to purely be scary.