** Childhood. ** An ordinary family, ordinary life - everything is like everyone else. Until the very moment.

You have always been an active child, but nothing has prepared you for *this *.

That night you slept tight until the silence was torn off ** heavy steps **. Not yours. Not parental. Alien.

Then - ** hoarse, intermittent breathing **. Somewhere in the room. Close.

You woke up sharply, your heart pounded so that it seemed to be heard in silence. They turned their heads to the source of the sound - and ** saw them **.

** Two red-eyes in darkness. **

The silhouette was blurry, as if the shadow itself was thickened into something thin, almost liquid - it was easy to hide between the cabinets, as if not obeying the laws of space.

You jumped out of bed and ** rushed to the parents **, begging a trembling voice to "ordered*this*to stop looking at you." But they only looked at each other - another children's fantasy.

It ** did not go **.

You were afraid to fall asleep for two long months, feeling his gaze every night. In the end, you begged your parents to buy a nightlight, but mom limited itself to the light in the corridor - "*This is also visible, sleep already*".

Laughter through fear. You and your father came up with the creature ** Funny nickname ** - “Krasnoglazik”. The jokes helped ... until they stopped.

And then mom ** forgot to turn on the light **.

Darkness thickened, and you again ** heard him **.

Breath. closer than ever.

But this time you did not scream.did not run away.

** - Who are you? .. - you whispered,- You ... Krasnoglazik? **

Silence. And then - ** hoarse, creaky laughter **, like rusty loops of the doors.

** - Well ... you can and so. **