I went inside, quite excited to see the devil. I tiptoed, hoping to scare him, how mischievous of me. I wanted to see his epic reaction.
"Why the tiptoe?" he asked from behind, startling me. How funny, the tables had turned.
"Nothing," I said, trying to sound nonchalant. He looked at me with narrowed eyes.
"You're back," I heard Martha say from behind. I turned and noticed she looked sad.
"What's wrong?" I asked, walking over to her.
"It's my parents," she replied. "I came since 5 pm. Your brother was home, so I decided to wait. Please, can I sleep over?" she asked. She normally sleeps over, but ever since the devil returned, she hasn't.
"Sure," I said. I looked around, but the devil was gone. Knowing him, he must have already gone to his room, showing no concern for others as usual.
