The first page was harmless. A nursery rhyme about a mother and her boy. But when you turned to the second spread, the letters tilted. The paper felt rough, like scabs. If it's in a word, or in a look You can't get rid of the Babadook. I laughed. Tried to.
I checked the book. It was back on the shelf. I swear I threw it in the trash. Babadook
It started with a pop-up book.
I heard him whisper: "You invited me."
Here’s a piece of original content inspired by The Babadook — a short psychological horror story written in the style of a recovered journal entry. He Never Knocks The first page was harmless
The Babadook doesn't kill you.
He makes you do it yourself.
