the skin around the man’s mouth moves like pale leather into a grin. suddenly, the boy begins to sob but without tears, just that awful sound of a child whose fallen and scraped his knee without no one around to pick him up. it gets louder and louder until the man’s voice cut through the sound:
’Timmy..! what’d I say about cutting your mother’s throat if you got lost again?’
‘I’m sorry, Uncle Cletus…’
the boy’s voice goes out like a record on a record player that’s run out of power and then he’s gone too, poof, no more little boy.
‘Don’t you know where you are?’ the man turns to face the feline themed burgler, his green eyes piercing through the slaughter.
'Have a look around…’ there’s a wall now where she followed the boy from, with more paintings on it. paintings of her own memories, thwarted by horrible things happening instead of the real events. but certain secrets remain hidden still.
'We’re inside yer head… an’ look, daddy’s here too!’ with that, the painting of the man’s silhouette behind her lit up like a kaleidoscope christmas tree and in the painting was of course her dear ol’ dad, posing formally with a big grin and bleeding eyes.
'Y'shoulda just snatched th'egg…’
Cat’s eyes widened as this horrible man threatened the poor boy, walking toward him with the intent of starting a fight until he continued speaking, her deep green eyes darting around the room, each painting turning into horrible memories of her childhood through adult years, each one more painful than the rest.
Turning around to spot her Father — or what disguised itself as such, his bleeding eyes on her with a sinister grin, she screamed at the top of her lungs before turning on her heel to run as fast as she could away from this place. Hoping this was all a horrible nightmare she would wake up from at any moment.
