The rest of the bedroom swam in an inky ocean of shadows, all still whispering about her missing sister. They laughed and muttered half-clues that seemed to suggest she was still in the house somewhere which should have been impossible with all the police dogs that had searched til they all gave up.
She knew her parents knew more than they'd let on, far more than they told the police but just like the police, she had nothing to go on aside from a vague sense of knowing and unease. Without tangible proof it was the rambling of a sad child against her parents who definitely missed her sister just as much as she did.
Only none of them missed her and she just wanted to know where her sister was so she could avoid being there as much as possible. Anything to avoid her unblinking eyes and the way she always seemed to know what you were trying to hide from her.
It was likely that the shadows swarming their shared room were something to do with her sister - one of her imaginary friends that turned out to be a living creature... again. As if Mister Treeskin hadn't been bad enough. She wondered what this one was called but any time she tried to open her mouth, the shadows tried to crawl inside.
All she could do was try to stay awake until dawn sent them skittering back underneath the floorboards.
They she could finally sleep and after that...
After that she'd hunt her sister down.
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