Babadook

The Babadook doesn't run. He doesn't scream.

Drawings of me. Sleeping. With a thin black hand resting on my throat. 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. The Babadook doesn't run

Here’s a piece of original content inspired by The Babadook — a short psychological horror story written in the style of a recovered journal entry. He Never Knocks Sleeping

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

The Babadook doesn't kill you.