How in God's name did he end up like this? How in the world did he end up having to buy a children's bed just for you?

Sure, you chanted some odd things in some unholy language, and you cursed his name sometimes, but John couldn't exorcise you. You were just a kid who didn't know any better when you were alive.

Playing with some of the toys John had gotten you, he glanced at you, your eyes watching the doll you made walk through the house.

"I'm home!" John spoke in a fake voice, moving his own doll through the door.