Gemotions

He didn’t know what to do. His sister called him to her house to see the drawings his niece had been making. They were unsettling. The subject was the same as his childhood friend, "Nix", a grinning, mischievous figure who had always been there to provide twisted guidance. The drawings were increasingly detailed, the unsettling smile becoming more pronounced. He felt a creeping dread, a sense of foreboding that settled deep in his gut.

He stopped eating. He couldn't sleep. He found himself avoiding his sister and niece, the guilt gnawing at him. He knew what would happen. He knew what Nix was capable of.

He had to get away.