“So, are you like, afraid of getting sucked down the drain or something?” Danielle asked. Ella gave her a puzzled look. How old did she think she was? Five? She shook her head. “Then what’s the deal with that picture?” Ella shrugged again. “So are you really scared of the bathroom?” Ella nodded. “Why? That’s weird.”
Ella sighed and pulled out the notepad. “Wish I knew.” She wrote back.
Danielle bunched her eyebrows up in confusion. “You don’t know why you’re scared? Didn’t you draw some kind of she demon in our bathroom?”
Ella shrugged again before writing her response. “ It just does.”
“What if you closed your eyes?”
“Makes it worse.”
“Why?”
