The 3rd Drawing

Preschool can be pretty hard for children and parents too. It is a big step for the first 15 years and an early feeling of being left behind for the second 15. One parent remembers their first day taking their kid to school with deep fear.

The father was crying during the ride and found himself crying even more when his son started bawling in front of the staff member that met them at the drop off place. By the time the worker led the child inside, the father was a mess. He could not help but remember how his little boy had tears running down his cheeks, he was carried away.

The parent's worst fears came true when, later on, the woman who picked his son up looked tired but glad to hand him back. She told the father that he had a problem, saying the kid had been screaming for hours since the moment he left him at the school compound. The father looked at his son, who sat quietly looking down at the papers in his lap from the back seat of the car.

The woman went on, telling the father that they tried to calm the boy in the best way they could. Coloring looked like the only thing that worked. The kid's behavior changed the moment they gave him the crayons and he suddenly stopped crying. She did not look happy about their success, but uncomfortable, she almost looked frightened.

The child leaned forward and called his father by name. Daddy!!!

The father told his son to wait until they got home, apologizing to the woman and promising her the boy would behave better next time. The child agreed without saying anything.

On the ride home, the child kept talking about his new drawings, sometimes asking his father to take a look at them. Although the father was tired of the boy's nonstop talk, when they got home, he gave in and opened the back passenger door of his van, asking the boy to show him the pictures.

The first picture was his father. The second one was his mother's picture. The third drawing was the problem. He said he drew a man.

So the father looked at the drawing and felt someway. There was no man at all. All that was there was a black shape, with two red eyes staring at the viewer from the upper part of the page.

What do you mean by man in the hall? That was the question the father asked.

The child answered the father and said, he watches us while we sleep sometimes.

The dinner table was very quiet that night. All the father could think about was that drawing. He told his wife about it, but she brushed it off with a wave of her hand, saying that children imagine plenty things. The father believed her., he wanted to. He almost made himself think the whole story never happened.

It was 3 am in the morning, something very strange shocked him to wake up. He really was not sure what woke him up but whatever it was, it made him sit straight in his bed and he was looking around the dark bedroom. He was panicking a little bit.

Then, the bedroom door opened with a noise. It turned dark everywhere. But there was two eyes staring at the father and his wife with so much anger.

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