Babadook

I checked the book. It was back on the shelf. I swear I threw it in the trash.

It started with a pop-up book.

Not the kind you buy at a fair. This one was wrapped in gray twine, left on the porch in the rain. No note. No return address. My son found it first. Said it smelled like "old basement and medicine." Babadook

Drawings of me. Sleeping. With a thin black hand resting on my throat. I checked the book

The book is gone. But I hear him in the walls. Babadook