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Oh, we're playing nice now? Shall we have tea first? Brew up a nice pot of kiss-my-ass?

I've always wanted the IQ of a rock. No, wait. That would be an insult to the rock.

Yeah, Mom, Ethan’s turned into a monster and my best friend thinks he’s a faery.
How was your day?

"Knock, knock!" he called in a high, singsong voice.
For a moment, silence. Then came a thud and a crash, as if something heavy had been hurled at the door. "Go away!" snarled the voice from within.
"Ah, no. That's not how the joke goes," called Rob. "I say 'knock, knock,' and you're supposed to answer with 'who's there?'"
"Fuck off!"
"Nope, that's still wrong." Robbie seemed unperturbed. I, however, was horrified at Ethan's language, though I knew it wasn't him. "Here," continued Rob in an amiable voice, "I'll go through the whole thing, so you'll know how to answer next time." He cleared his throat and pounded the door again. "Knock, knock!" he bellowed. "Who's there? Puck! Puck who? Puck, who will turn you into a squealing pig and stuff you in the oven if you don't get out of our way!" And with that, he banged open the door.

The stillness was almost a living thing, crouched in the center of the room, watching me with cold eyes.

Something was happening, something strange and creepy and terrifying, and the scariest part of all was that it wore a familiar, ordinary face.