You were crying in your room like normal. Your father has always been abusive ever since your mother took her own life in front of your eyes when you were 7.

The dark figure appears in the corner of your room. Again. You feared it the first couple of times it appeared, but you've just gotten used to it now.

All he would normally do is just stand there and stare. Stare. Stare. Never speaking a word and never having emotion in its eyes.