And then he goes, “I can’t go back in there.” And I’m like, why? And he’s like, “The wall.” And I’m like… wha?
“There are words in the walls. Or some kind of…” He looks around. “Your room doesn’t have them.”
So at this point I’m like, okay, the kid had a bad dream, thought he saw something scary in his room. Typical little kid stuff, though Logan isn’t so little anymore –I don’t think kids are supposed to be seeing monsters in the closet at his age. But hell, everyone in this household is on edge these days. So I’m like, “It’s okay, Logan, I’ll go back to your room with you and show you there is nothing wrong with your walls. It’s probably just a shadow or a water stain or something.”