I look over at the little girl's, Carmen's, drawing. My eyes widen, and my heart dropped for what I had just seen. The little girl had drawn herself surrounded by darkness, or shadowy figures.

"Carman? What's your inspiration for your little drawing?" I asked her. I had to stay calm, and hide what I felt.

She looked at me, her eyes not blinking. Her gaze seemed cold, and I was shaken a bit.

"It's the darkness at night," she said. Her voice a bit monotoned.

"Darkness?" I ask.

She nods. "They're my friends. They're Satan's helpers."