Later that afternoon Danny sat at the new desk his dad had built for him drawing and painting with the new brushes and pencils he had gotten for Christmas. Charlie walked into Danny’s bedroom. Since Margo was staying with the Howard family Charlie was also staying with the Howard family.  He rubbed up against Danny’s leg. Intuitively Charlie knew there was something very wrong with Danny. The cat growled and hissed at the boy as he continued to draw horrendous pictures which depicted graphic scenes of murder.

  Margo and Rachel walked into Danny’s bedroom. ‘’What are you working on,’’ Rachel said.

  Danny did not speak nor did his gaze ever leave the page he was painting on. Danny screamed a guttural growl. It sounded as if he was drowning in...

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