Leilani was in their brother’s bedroom. They knew it was forbidden, they knew it would get them in trouble but it couldn’t be helped Their brother was a comic artist and Leilani just loved his grotesques’ works. His works were full of shadows and monsters and chill. The best part was that their brother still worked with pen and ink, so not only they could see the monsters; they could smell them. Every time they entered the bedroom; there was a cold, eerie atmosphere; even in the middle of the summer, that gave Leilani the best of chills.

So here they were again, inspecting the room, searching between the folders for their brother’s new atrocities. Yet what they found was not as impressive as they thought. It was a small dark spot with two eyes splattered in the middle of the page. Leilani looked at it again and again. Up, down, from the side, from the back, with their head twisted. Every angle was carefully checked; nothing changed. It was almost as if, instead of a monster: their brother just had added two eyes to a stain of ink. Maybe trying to hide an accident or something like that. They looked back to the thing and, for a moment, it looked back to them. Leilani blinked. It sure had to be their imagination, right? It was just a drawing, an inanimate object, it couldn’t have looked back at them? Or could it? Before they could test their theory, their brother’s car honked outside and they ran away, putting the drawing back in its place.

The rest of their day went as usual until their mom called for dinner. When Leilani sat at the table their mom noticed something:

‘Leilani, did you wash your hands before dinner?’ she asked.

‘Yes.’ They answered, because it was the truth.

‘Don’t lie to me.’ Their mom admonished them from the other side of the table. Face frown in a critical gesture.

Leilani looked at their hands; they were full of black spots, like their brother’s did sometimes.

Like someone who had been playing with ink.

The kid blushed immediately. At the curious look of their brother, they rushed to the bathroom mumbling a quick apology. They washed their hands but the ink didn’t come out even after several scrubs with soap. So they washed again; this time with more energy, the ink stayed. They tried again with a different soap; and then with a sponge; and with wipes. They rubbed their hands with all their might, from end to end: the fingers; the nails; the palms; the back, in between. Nothing changed. They stayed as dirty as they were.

Leilani screamed, cried, they didn’t know what more they could do. They hide his hands with a pair of big gloves but the ink stained them too. Desperate, they ran to their brother’s bedroom and confessed.

‘I’m sowy, I was in yur bedroom.’ They screamed, storming into the room.

Their brother raised an eyebrow, not fully understanding.

Leilani raised their hands, showing the ink’s marks on the soft skin now red with the rubbing. Their brother laughed.

‘So you were there? Do you think it’s funny to scare a little kid? Back to the page.’ He tapped a blank canvas twice and the ink jumped from Leilani hands into the page. Leilani couldn’t believe what they just saw.

‘I hoped this teaches you a lesson about entering my room.’

‘Yes, brother.’

‘Good, because next time it will be your face.’

Leilani jumped in fear covering their face with their tiny hands. They never went into their brother bedroom again. Nor they dared to ask how he did it.

The end.

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