As I already explained, I haven't told my parents about this little terrorizing demon that lived in my room. Well, not after I was six, the summer we moved here to Black Hawk, Colorado. 

This morning, July 10th, 2016, my mom told me, I should bring friends over more often. 

"Hey honey." My mom said putting her hand on my shoulder. My mom is three inches taller than me. She always wears casual clothing in the house. 

"Hi mom." This conversation took place in the kitchen. 

"Aren't you bored not bringing anyone over ever?" I totally am not bored, because of that thing. I don't tell her that.

"Yeah, I guess... I do have my books and radio." My computer is a toaster, so I only watch movies on it, occasionally. 

"How about you bring someone over tomorrow?" I thought about it, naively. Well, the demon hadn't come out in weeks. Maybe he'll leave us alone for a day? 

Of course this wasn't the case, so my REAL HELL began July 11, 2016. Whoop-dee-fucking doo.