Demon Neighborhood Kid
I sneaked into their house like I always did. Right close to Tony and Toby as they come back inside. All the patterns are finished with their breakfast, and it looks like their Dada only had coffee for today.
Their mama reminded them to clean up after themselves and got out of the room, and their Papa followed after he washed all the dishes in the sink. They were alone with their Dada.
The rest of the breakfast, everybody was reading. Tony was reading a novel, Toby and I were reading comics, and their Dada was reading on his phone. I’d tug in Toby’s shirt if I wanted to taste what he was having. He’d lean forward on his comics and pretend to take a bite, then I’d lean forward and put my mouth close to the fork and take a bite.
Scrambled eggs with some mushrooms, spinach, and tomatoes. Tony handed an almond to Toby’s plate, and Toby popped it inot my mouth. I love almonds.
We were going on the good part of the comics, when Dada cleared his throat. We all looked up at him, and I see him looking directly at me. Those black eyes with bushy eyebrows, and long lashes too.
“That shape… right next to Toby. What is it?”
We all stared at him, quiet.
“I can see a shape. It looks like a human shape. What is it?”
Tony spoke first, “Dada are you sure about that? Are your eyes okay?”
“Yes. My eyes are fine, I just got them checked last week. Don’t change the topic Tony.” He reached out and patted his head.
Toby tried to block me from view.
Dada looked at him, “That won't work Tony.” His long arm can reach Toby’s head and give him a head pat.
I don’t know if I should run, but Tony tugs at my shirt. I thought that meant I should hide under the table.