Gemotions

The doctor's words echoed in his head, a mantra of denial. “It’s just a child’s imagination, nothing to worry about.” But David couldn't shake the unease. The drawings. They were disturbing. His young nephew, Ethan, had been filling notebooks with images of a skeletal figure with glowing eyes, a figure David knew all too well from his childhood. The creature, whom he'd called "Bones," had been a constant companion in his youth, a shadowy friend who never spoke, only watched.

He found himself constantly checking windows and doors, a primal fear gripping him. He felt exposed, vulnerable, as if Bones was once again lurking in the shadows. He started locking the windows.

He felt the need to get out. He booked a trip, anywhere.