My little daughter Alicia says she has an imaginary friend who tells her to do bad things. She says it lives in her closet and every night just before she falls alseep, it talks to her.

One morning my wifes purse was missing and she found it in Alicia’s room. Alicia said that her imaginary friend told her to take it. Soon after she stuck a rusty screw in her stepbrothers shoe, his foot got infected badly when he stepped on it. Again, she claims that her friend told her to do it. But then my troubled daughter took things farther than I ever thought she actually would….

Last week my wife got into a car wreck and was killed. A detective brought me in for questioning. He told me that my wifes brakes had been messed with. Of corse they question the husband first, it’s always like that. But I didn’t do it and he can see that I’m telling the truth. In the back of my mind I know who really did it though, my troubled daughter. But when the detective asks if I know anyone who would want to do this to my wife, I say no……..because I don’t want to lose my daughter.

Now I’m sitting in my room alone. My wifes dead and her son is back living with his father. Meanwhile my daughter is laying in her bed a room away from mine. That reminds me, I better talk to her before she falls asleep.

I layed down on the floor in front of the vent that connects to a vent in her closet and spoke in my usual dark disguised voice,

“Hey Alicia it’s me, your friend. Good job following my instructions on how to cut those break lines. Your a smart little girl. Now you and your father can live happily without your evil mommy and her ungrateful son around. Trust me, You’ll be much happier this way.”