The brightest smiles hide the darkest secrets, the prettiest eyes have cried the most tears, and the kindest hearts have felt the most pain. As you can see this world you call home is flawed beyond repair,  imperfect and unchanged. You humans have plagued this land, but no matter the secrets you hide or pain you felt because you don't have to feel that way for much longer, we demons are yours to command. We can make you perfect, talented, intelligent,  and above all powerful beyond compare, if you just lend us your bodies that is. You can rule this world and complete your most impossible desires if you wish, if you'd just take my hand. Just reach out and grab my hand and I will mend your suffering, cast away your secrets, and wipe away your tears. Yes I am a demon, but not the ones of your distasteful legends, I am here to save you from imperfection. Take my hand...give into your desires...all your dreams can come true...I'll be your only friend...the only one you'll ever need...all you have to do is believe...take my hand child...the clock is ticking... and your running out of time...

I woke up from a nightmare with a loud scream. I sat up and breathed heavily, looking towards my door I seen a dark figure in the corner with red eyes. "Something wrong Amelia...?"

My door flew open and my parents ran in, "Amelia are you okay?!" I looked behind the door and the figure was gone. I turned back to mom and dad and nodded, my hands were shaking. My mom sat next to me and comforted me.

"It happened again...I seen him..." I said softly. My mom rubbed my back and I laid on her lap, shivering. My mom looked up at my dad in concern. "Mommy?"

"Yes dear?" Her voice was nice and sweet.

"Can you sing me a lullaby?"

My mom nodded and started singing, "The angels come and dance around for they heard a loving sound of the one and only beautiful song of the princess known as Amelia, the one who's hearts shine so bright and casts away the scary nights for that girl was a shining star, the one known as Amelia." I smiled a little and my shaking stopped just long enough that I could fall asleep.

When I woke up I was laying on my bed by myself, it was a relief to see that it was morning. I jumped out of bed and went to the bathroom, I heard my parents yelling. "This is the 10th time this month that she woke up screaming, I think its time we see a psychiatrist about this, Its not normal for her to be having nightmares every night."

"I just don't think this is right for a 5 year old girl to be put on the stop like she's a mental case, maybe we should give it a few weeks maybe she'll grow out of it."

"Josh, she says she's seeing a demon. She calls him Cieto, that is not normal."

"Its her imaginary friend, all kids have them."

"She says its inside of her, and that its the thing giving her bad dreams."

"Look Cecilia I'm not going to put my daughter in a mental hospital."

"I'm not saying that all I'm saying is we get her help."

I walk into the bathroom and wash off my face, my parents don't understand that this is real. Cieto is real, I see him all the time. I look at my face in the mirror and jumped back to see a shadowy figure looking back at me. I fall to the ground, "Ouch, stop that Cieto that's not funny."

I stood up and looked in the mirror again, he was gone. I grabbed my toothbrush and put some toothpaste on it and began brushing. After washing up I hopped downstairs to see delicious food waiting for me. "And furthermore..." My parents looked at me and my mom walked to the living room.

My dad watched her leave and then looked at me and smiled, "You hungry kiddo?"

"Yup!" I said smiling, I hopped into my chair and my dad brung me my plate and turned on some cartoons on he television. "Is mommy okay?" I asked with a piece of bacon in my mouth.

"Yeah she's just worried, she starts her new job tomorrow remember?"

I sighed, knowing that's not what was worrying her, "We should throw her a party, there should be lots of cake and balloons and icecream and more cake and candy."

My dad laughed, "Sounds like a party for you more then mom." I laughed and continued cleaning my plate, "But it does sound like a good idea, how about you go upstairs and make a party plan and I'll make sure there's plenty of cake for you and mom."

"YAY!" I cheered. I ate my last piece of toast and hopped off my chair and to my room, "Party!" I yelled in happiness.

I walked into my room and grabbed a piece of paper and some crayons. "Party party." I drew some people, like my cousins and grandma.

"What are you doing?" Cieto asked.

"Drawing my plan for mommy's party."

"Party?"

"Yup there's going to be a whole bunch of people and were all going to celebrate mommy's new job."

"Hmm, am I invited to this...party?"

I thought about it, "Hmm, I don't think so. Dad may be afraid of you."

"Afraid?"

"Yeah he's weird like that."

"Are you afraid of me?"

"Not all the time."

"Then why don't you invite me?" A black crayon floated in the air and levitated to my drawing.

"Stop it Cieto, you can't come okay?"

"Why not?"

"Because your going to ruin everything. " The crayon starting drawing on the paper and I pulled the paper away, the crayon followed. "Cieto I said no!" The crayon broke and fell to the floor, my drawing was not covered in black lines and squiggles. "Look what you did!"

"I was only..."

"You ruined it, you ruin everything!" I run out of the room and Cieto vanished. I hop in my parents bed and sighs angrily, "Why do you have to be so mean Cieto?" I punch the sheets in anger, "Why don't you just go mess with soneone else!" I yelled. Suddenly I heard dad yell from downstairs and I run down the steps, his hand was dripping with blood and there were pieces of glass in his hand.

"Oh my gosh, Josh!" My mom ran to him, "Amelia call 911!" I ran to the phone. Cieto was in the living room waiting.

"Did you do this?" I asked. He didn't speak, he took the phone off the hook and the buttons dialed the numbers 9-1-1. He looked and me and vanished as my mom ran into the living room and grabbed the phone from me. I looked in the kitchen to see my dad leaning against the wall holding his hand in pain. My hands began to shake again...