"Mommy"

"Yes, sweetie?"

"Can you stay in the room with me?"

"No dear. You're 10 years old now. Time to be a big girl and sleep by yourself now."

"But mom, there's always something staring at me in the corner."

"The corner?"

"Mhm"

"Baby there's nothing there. Nothing but the night time telling you to let it go and get some rest."

"Mom..."

"Alright now, good night"

-The door slams shut-

"H-hello?"

...

"Where's mommy?"

...

"She isn't here anymore?"

"M-mom?"

"I'll give her my casket as a gift. And your skin will be her dress"