The Demons are here.

On my bed.

The thunderstorm woke me up. Mom says I sprang three feet in the air from my solid, passed out, hugging her arm position…but there they are.

On my bed.

Like they were the ones who were traumatically affected by the storm of evil. The two of them are cold, heartless killers! Like the largest thunderclap of my life could really affect them one iota!