Babadook -

He's right. I did. The second I was afraid. The second I thought, I deserve this .

I'm the one knocking now. Knocking on wood. Knocking on my own head. Knocking on my son's door to check if he's still human.

Last night, I saw him in the mirror behind my reflection. Not moving. Just there . Patient. When I blinked, he leaned closer. Babadook

The first page was harmless. A nursery rhyme about a mother and her boy. But when you turned to the second spread, the letters tilted. The paper felt rough, like scabs. If it's in a word, or in a look You can't get rid of the Babadook. I laughed. Tried to.

Don't pretend you didn't. Would you like a version of this as a social media caption, a short film script, or a TikTok narration script? He's right

I should have burned it.

He waits.

I heard him whisper: "You invited me."

It started with a pop-up book.

New pages had appeared.