Gemotions

The shadows in David’s house seemed to lengthen with each new drawing from his nephew, Ethan. The drawings all featured "Spark," a boy with impossibly long arms and a mischievous smirk. David found himself looking over his shoulder, a constant prickle of unease on his neck.

Sleep became a luxury. Nightmares plagued him, vivid and grotesque, filled with the same unsettling figure. He started drinking heavily, seeking oblivion in the bottom of a bottle.

He considered moving, leaving behind the house, the family, everything. But the feeling was with him, a weight in his chest, a constant pressure. The next drawing arrived, and Spark was standing at the edge of a dark wood, beckoning with a crooked finger.