Babadook Here

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.

He waits.

I should have burned it.

If you find this journal — don't look under the bed. Don't say his name three times. And if you hear three slow drags on the wall… Babadook

New pages had appeared.

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