Babadook Today

I'm the one knocking now. Knocking on wood. Knocking on my own head. Knocking on my son's door to check if he's still human.

Last night, I saw him in the mirror behind my reflection. Not moving. Just there . Patient. When I blinked, he leaned closer. Babadook

He waits.

I should have burned it.

Drawings of me. Sleeping. With a thin black hand resting on my throat. I'm the one knocking now