"Lucy Locket lost her pocket… Kitty fisher found it… Not a penny was there in it… Only ribbon… Round it…"

You couldn’t see it. Not directly hear it… But it was there. In the walls, in the ceiling, making the floor creak at night, door open, things fall from the desk. You didn’t remember when, where or why it happened. Why it followed you.

He was a demon. Present in the world for God knows how long. Just the one that was following you. Orrivak; that was his name. He had written it with your sister’s lipstick on the mirror in the bathroom. But he didn’t possess you. At least you thought so. And the short rhyme was the only thing keeping you from completely falling insane.

But it was the same scheme almost everyday, so you didn’t expect this particular day to be any different.

You came back home, tired after dealing with people all day. Just about as you entered your room you saw the lamp flickering. Just a bit. Then it stopped. A pen rolled over your desk and fell onto the ground. The hem of the blanket that was laid on your bed wrinkled and pushed onto the other side, as if inviting you to lay down and rest.