Once upon a time in 2007, there lived a family, in a small house on the outskirts of a city. Daniel and Franca, the parents of Patrick had lost their first baby in a car accident and were still trying to get over the experience, despite the fact that they already had another one.
Some years past and Patrick started walking and talking. During the day while his mom was in the kitchen and his dad went out to work, he would run around the house; in and out of it, until he got tired. Then he would either rest or go back inside.
One night, Patrick felt restless and could not sleep. He would run to his parents' room severally. Each time he did that they would tell him to close his eyes and he would fall asleep. And each time he did that, his efforts became more futile, so he decided to walk around the house. As he walked to the living room, he heard the kitchen floor creaking; as if someone was walking on it. He walked into the kitchen but he did not see anybody. He looked around and still did not see anybody. The creaking started again. This time, in the living room. He walked there and still did not see anybody. Then he went to bed.
The next day, his parents had a little argument. At first they were talking. Then they started screaming and eventually, started fighting. Patrick was scared and cried. When his father started hitting his mother, he ran to stop him and got hit in the process. His nose bled. His father walked out of the house without saying a word while his hurt and crying mother rushed to him, held him close and whispered comforting words into his ear. When his father got back from work, he did not speak to any one of them; he went straight into his room.
Late in the night, Patrick woke up because his hurt nose was discomforting. He heard light tapping on the window above his head. He looked up and saw someone or something staring at him while still tapping on his window with its huge long fingers.
"Open the window", the thing said. He shook his head sideways.
"Please open the window. I'm scared and can't find my mommy".
After a few more acts of persuasion, Patrick opened the window. The thing crawled into his room. It was tall; very tall. It's hands and legs were skinny. It's fingers were huge with blade-like claws. It's skin was black and it was wrapped in a cloth that concealed most of its face.
"You look sad. Is there a problem?"
"My daddy hit my mommy", Patrick replied.
"If you place your hand on the pattern on my palm and say 'Take my soul away', I will make sure your daddy doesn't hit your mommy again".
"Promise?" Patrick asked.
"I promise". Immediately, the deed was done. There was a thunderstorm that lasted a few seconds.
"Take me to your daddy". Patrick led the demon to his parents room, beside his father.
"Put your hand on his chest and pull your hand back". Patrick obeyed. There was a ball of light that appeared in his hand. The light was bright but it did not shine.
"Now squeeze it!" As he squeezed the light, his father exhaled heavily until the light went off.
