The Odd Games
Sarah’s confession didn’t stop there. “They play games with my things,” she added, nervously twisting her hair. “What kind of games?” I asked gently. Her eyes darted down. “Like they’re pretending they can… make things happen.” Emily and I exchanged a heavy glance. The unease in Sarah’s voice only confirmed our own fears. These weren’t just childish games—something about them felt disturbingly wrong.
The Odd Games
Sharing Concerns With Emily
Later that night, I voiced what had been gnawing at me. “This isn’t just mischief, Em,” I said, staring at Sarah’s drawings spread across the table. Emily’s frown deepened. “It’s unsettling,” she admitted quietly. We both knew Sarah was beginning to notice more than she should. “We need to keep talking with her—make sure she feels safe,” I suggested. Emily nodded, eyes heavy with worry. At least now, we carried the burden together.
Sharing Concerns With Emily
