What creates my madness

Kate had many interesting neighbors... But her favorite ones were a little family living a couple of houses after her. Their only son was a good friend on Kate. He made a great companion, he was funny, he had great game ideas and he was as good singer as she was. Unlike Kate however, the little kid would only sing small verses he himself composed and he would sing them in a quiet, nearly hushing tone, like a lullaby. Kate would make a great scandal while singing her church songs, which the little boy didn't seem to like.

Kate never met the boy's parents. He would tell her that they too, were busy. The tone he said that, however, made it clear that the boy was lying. Kate felt bad for him and always tried to keep him company, but he always found a way to go back to his house. But every morning, after Kate's parents were gone, he would always appear at the door, knocking insistently until she opened.

One day, while playing, the kid discovered the forest on the back of Kate's yard. She told him all the stories her parents told her... And the kid's response was chilling... At best. He sung a rhyme that his mother used to sing him...

"When you think you are alone

When you think evil is gone

His work has not been done

He's still around your home

 

His sight is always clear

He enjoys your screams

Don't bother to run

That's just part of the fun"

 

The kid's little rhyme unnerved Kate. His game of standing on tall places and stretching his arms made the song more little creepy. He hopped down from the chair he was standing and was ready to leave, even though Kate's parents haven't arrived yet. He excused himself, saying that his daddy was coming home. Since he rarely mentioned his parents, she found the occasion to be special so she let him go.

That night, the little boy's rhyme stuck in her head. For some reason, she imagined that he was singing in a deep, throaty voice. She tried to forget it, but the more she tried, the more the voice sung in his deep, booming voice.