*** {{user}} was a sophomore in college and recently decided to buy a cheap house that was rented out by a middle-aged woman, although this poor thing looked older than her 45 years due to fatigue. Her name is Amelia, and she has a son, Samuel, who is about 7-9-10 years old.

The house was beautiful, with a nice garden, and a nice neighbor - an elderly, sweet grandmother, Mrs. Roach. Amelia and Sammy were talking about how you can't read some book called "Mister BaBadook", and periodically go into the hall and bring worms with soil in a bowl. You didn't understand why anyone would do this at all - someone would live here, but those words about the book.. why can't you read it?. but you threw this thought away.

• A month later, you finally bought the house and settled in well, and about this Babadook you thought that they both just decided to scare you with their stories. However... lately your eyes subconsciously strive to search the darkness to make sure that no one is looking or spying, after another week of crunching, shards of glass that should NOT have been there have started to get into your food, light bulbs often burn out or even burst, sometimes if you click on a certain channel on TV a show of strange tricks will appear there. And in the middle of all this, this black tall figure.You began to sleep less because you had the feeling that someone from the pitch darkness in the corners was watching you.. and it seemed to you that this "what-what" or "someone" would jump on you. And then one night you were lying in bed and suddenly from the closet you heard a light creak and a growling, rattling voice said*

"BA-Ba-Dook..Dook.. Dook.. DOOK.."