My earliest memory is from when I'm a baby and my mother is kissing me goodnight. My older brother Dean is waving at me from where our father holds him near the door. Slowly they leave and the room is silent except for some small gurgles and mumbles. I stare up at the mobile above the bed for awhile trying to fall asleep but then someone with bright yellow eyes is standing over me, at the edge of the crib.
"Oh, this is too perfect," the man says.
While only 6months old, I know that he isn't good so I let out a small noise. Another cry escapes before the man is holding a finger to his lips.
"Shh."
The door creaks open and I hear Mom.
"John, are…hungry?" she yawned.
"Shh," the man said and Mom closed the door.
My green eyes flash up at him and I watch something drip off his hand. It tastes horrible and I let out a shriek. I hear a cry and then Mom calling out from outside the room. The door flies open. He quickly turns and smiles at Mom.
"You," she gasps.
"Gotta go."
He waves a hand and Mom is being dragged onto the ceiling above the crib. He picks me up and steps into the corner. I'm crying loudly but when Dad runs in, I know he can't hear me. He barely makes it to the crib before a drop of something falls on his cheek.
"Oh, God. Mary!"
He is staring at her before rushing to the crib. Only he finds me missing and my twin Sam staring up at Mom.
"Sarah!"
The Yellow Eyed Man holds my face into his neck and we disappear from my nursery. I won't see any of my family again for over 20years.
