Disturbing Revelations
One night, I glanced over Sarah’s shoulder as she worked on another picture. This time it wasn’t just strange—it was disturbing. She had drawn a family scene, but the figures looked unnervingly detailed, their faces shadowed with expressions that seemed wrong. The uneasiness twisted in my gut, setting off every protective instinct I had. Whatever was influencing her, I couldn’t let it grow unchecked. I silently vowed to shield her from whatever was creeping into her world.
Disturbing Revelations
A Babysitter Call
Against Emily’s protests, I insisted on finding a sitter for Sarah during our next family gathering. “It’s just for peace of mind,” I explained firmly. She hesitated but eventually agreed, though her expression showed doubt. “Alright, if it makes you feel better,” she conceded. I arranged for someone trustworthy to watch over Sarah. My decision wasn’t just about caution anymore—it was about buying time to uncover the truth before things spiraled further out of control.
A Babysitter Call
