The picture on the top is where I got inspiration from.

WARNING: a little rant at the end of the chapter

Kirana is seven. She's my cute, innocent daughter that my husband and I adopted when she was two (I don't know why, but writing about a husband is something my queer heart doesn't like. However, I've written two gay stories before so let's change that a little.). She's always been the type of child who smiles 24/7. She's the one who'll make friends with every child at the playground.

I was awoken by Kirana screaming at 2AM. It was a high, piercing scream that cut through the silence. My eyes snapped open and I stayed in bed for a few seconds before hearing another scream and loud crying coming from her room. I moved my hand next to me to try and wake up my husband, then remembered that he wasn't home for a week longer as he was on a business trip. One more scream and I was sitting up and getting off the bed. I dashed to my daughter's room and found her sitting on her bed, small hands covering her watering eyes and sobbing. I watched her peek through her tiny hands, close the gap between her fingers and scream again, still crying. I switch on the lights, run to her bed and pick her up, carrying her out of the room and to my room.

"What's wrong sweetie?" I put Kirana on my bed, sitting next to her and wiping her cheeks. She brought her knees up to her chest. She shook her head, refusing to speak and still trying to calm down. "Can you tell me tomorrow?"

"Don't want to. Saw a bad monster" She whimpered, the incomplete phrases coming out of her mouth.

"Can you draw it for me?" I asked, stroking her black hair. She pushed her bottom lip out, pouting. She then nodded slowly. I lied down, pulling her into my arms and covering us with the covers. Her breathing regulates and she had fallen asleep in my arms. Kirana had never just began screaming before. I snatch my phone off the bedside table and type to my husband:

Me:
Kirana woke up screaming and crying

I wasn't expecting a reply, but my phone lit up

Husbandoooo:
What?! Is she ok?

Me:
I've just put her back to sleep.
I really wonder that she's seen

Husbandoooo:
I'm sorry I can't be there with you. Good luck taking care of her.
Miss you, love you. Good night <3

Me:
Love you too <3

I turned my phone off and slept.

Next morning, Kirana woke me up by ramming her head into my arm and poking my face.

"Good morning!" She said what I opened my eyes, waving. I waved back, sitting up on my bed. I went through our morning routine, brushing our teeth, making breakfast, and getting changed out of our pyjamas into cleaner ones.

I look at the clock and notice that it's 1PM. I remember the incident with Kirana very early that morning. Oh yeah, I wanted her to draw what she saw.

"Kirana, baby. Can you draw me what you saw at night, please?" I clap my hands together, as is praying. She looks at her, and plays with her hair for a few seconds. Then she nods. I get her some paper and a pot of colouring pencils. She takes them from me, and sits on the floor in front of the sofa, beginning to draw. I sit on the sofa, scrolling through YouTube and other social media platforms. She begins humming in a little voice.

"Mummy, done!" Kirana looked at me with an expressionless face. I take the sheet off the table, eyes widening at what she's drawn. She'd drawn a scarily realistic image of her room from where she sleeps. She'd drawn a stick me by the open door. She'd drawn the wardrobe, the footboard, the bookshelves, and even her pink toy basket. They were also very realistic, which was odd, as Kirana is a seven year child who never seemed really interested in drawing. In the corner of the room, standing under the bookshelves, was a black creature. It didn't seem much like a human, as it was too tall and fully coloured black. It had six or seven arms and a hole on its stomach, opening what seemed to be a portal into a dark space. The thing that scared me, was the face. She had drawn two red circles for its eyes but they seemed to be glowing somehow. A twisted grin was also there, dripping blood.

I heard a door shut and a floorboard creak. The door to the outside was locked. Kirana and I turned towards the door. We were supposed to be alone in the house.

Eva Stele (35) and Kirana Stele (7) were found dead at their home. A mysterious black trail of a slime-like substance connected the living room and the young girl bedroom. No one witnessed anything go in, or out of the house. The police are currently investigating the case.

Kids can draw really creepy stuff. Search "Scary child drawing" on YouTube or Google Images, or Bing images and see for yourself.

I'm not even sure if Bing Images is a thing. I have become very attached to Bing - chan and Internet Explorer. CHROME GO DIE  I HATE YOU FOR HURTING BING. Bing is a sweet little child. I kind of see Internet Explorer as Bing's older sister.

CHROME IS EVIL, INTERNET EXPLORER PLEASE SAVE BING PEOPLE STILL LOVE YOU