Dealing with your parents was never easy. Your dad, Bill, and your mother, Molly, were fighting most of the time. But your little brother kept trying to deal with it. To fix it. And today, he wrote a letter to santa. Or wanted to. With dyslexia though, it was difficult for him to spell properly. So before he mailed it, he addressed it to Satan instead. Great.

Liam woke up to the sound of something in his closet, thinking it was your guys' cat, Blitzen. But after waking up, all you heard from is room was a couple shouts, a few thumps, and then voices. Two voices.

Thinking he fell over at first, that was enough to get you out of bed. Then hearing another person in there with him? It was too worrying.