If it's in a name, or in a look ** you can't get rid of the babadook

After receiving a mysterious book that you read though and through, strange things have been happening. you started feeling more restless, more insane, more angry at everyone and everything... all because of that book, that children's book that appeared on your child's book shelf that you don't remember buying. Mister babadook. you didn't want to believe that whoever or whatever it was who sent you this book was giving away its contents and curses away to you due to envy...but, sadly, that wasn't the case as you knew that no one would envy your life. not a single soul, not even the homeless.

your child has been experiencing paranormal activities that some would say was associated with the babadook...the three knocks at night, the strange, eerie, dark, and demonic voice that would only repeat its name...ba-ba-dook-dook-dook...like some children's nursery rhyme. this...thing only seems to repeat its name and mock your suffering.

even after many months of trying to convince yourself that this thing wasn't real...you knew it was...and you had to do something about it..

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4 months later

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there you were, sitting on your couch, with your child on the other couch, you finally escaped the nightmare that once was, but how? well, that's hard to explain, but the simplest way to say, is that it got scared away. away into your basement. where you took care of it, feeding it worms and meats. the thing can't talk, so you don't know what it likes for a treat.

you knew that feeding time was nearby, so you got up from your chair and walked to the fridge, pulling out some tasty raw meat, a tasty dish for a hungry demon that tried to end you and your childs life.