[ WP ] A seemimgly harmless imaginary friend is taking a turn for the worst , and your child 's mind is slowly being taken over .

“ Please not again. ” Martha leaned over toward the night stand. The day had already started on the ceiling. A line crossed her eyes, a squint revealed the time. She popped out of bed and stomped into the hall. “ TJ, wake up! We ’ re late- you ’ re awake? What were you doing in Daddy ’ s office? You look tired baby. ” TJ stood at the door frame barefoot; he held a shoe in his right hand and wiped his eye with the other. She walked up and gave him a hug. “ I miss him too baby. Now put on your shoes hun, were late again. ” She started down the stairs. “ Come on, put on your shoes ” She repeated, and disappeared into the kitchen. 
 
 “ I don ’ t want to go to school ” TJ groaned in his breath. 
 “ You don ’ t have to ” Something near him said. 
 “ I don ’ t want to do that ” TJ responded. 
 “ But- then you won ’ t have to go ” 
 “ I don ’ t want to pretend I ’ m sick. I don ’ t want to do any of those things. ” TJ continued. 
 
 “ School is not fun. Nothing is fun anymore. ” The voice said. 
 
 TJ sat down and put on his shoes. He shuffled over to his bathroom to brush his teeth. 
 “ How do dead people eat? ” 
 “ I don ’ t know. ” TJ said through the foam. 
 “ I don ’ t think they eat ” Said the voice. 
 TJ spit the foam out. 
 “ TJ lets go, come eat your cereal ” Martha yelled from the kitchen. 
 “ School is not fun, the lady is mean if you don ’ t sit down, and dad- ” 
 “ Stop! “ TJ yelled. 
 “ TJ? Is everything ok ” Martha shouted, but TJ was already scurrying down the steps. 
 “ Right here honey. ” She pointed and TJ climbed into the chair. He held the spoon and just stared at his lap. 
 “ TJ whats wrong? ” She asked 
 “ Mom I want to die like Dad ” Martha immediately dropped to one knee and met his eyes. 
 
 “ *Honey. * ” She crooned as she brushed his hair back. “ Daddy ’ s not dead- Hes gone for a year in Iraq, but hes not dead. ” 
 “ He ’ s a soldier and Thomas said soldiers die. ” Martha tried to hold back, her eyes glossed over, and she blinked a tear down her cheek. 
 “ *Theo*, Daddys ’ not dead and Daddy ’ s not going to die- ok. ” She consoled. 
 “ Mommy, I ’ m sick ” TJ moaned with despair. She put the back of her hand to his forehead. His temperature was a bit cooler than normal actually. 
 “ Your Dad will be so proud when he find out you ’ re going to school now. Don ’ t you want to make him proud? ” 
 “ I ’ m sick, I want to die, I want *you* to die ” He growled. 
 “ **TJ! ** ” She could n't help it, and shook him for a moment. She stood up and stared at him in shock. 
 
 TJ nestled his cereal bowl in both hands turned toward her and dropped it on the floor. Milk and bowl pieces and frosted flakes splashed on to her PJ pants. “ TJ! What the *hell* has gotten into you?! ” 
 “ Daddy *is* Dead TJ ” Thomas said. 
 “ Daddy is Dead ” TJ Announced. 
 He pulls the pistol from out of his shorts, and delivered a bullet for her and a bullet for him. 

