the old woman says as she guides me into a small bedroom and turns on a lamp. “This was Grayson’s room. I’ve kept it clean over the years, in case he ever wanted to come home. It’s not much... but you can see that all his things are still here. Just as he left them, a decade ago.” For the most part it looks like the normal room of a young boy. The furnishings are cheap and simple, and there are some old toys lining the shelves. However, there is one thing that catches my attention. In one corner of the room, near an old writing desk, there is a wall covered in sketches and paintings. They are very similar to the ones that Brad showed me in the attic. The same young girl with light brown hair is depicted, over and over. At first, the images are simple. They are even so true to life and perfect that I believe they might have been sketched from a photograph. But then, they change. They become morbid, with plenty of blood and darkness. The color scheme changes as the art grows more and more sinister.
