Shattered Innocence Why Me?

The house was too quiet until it wasn't. Billy sat curled in the corner of his room, knees pulled up to his chest, his threadbare teddy bear crushed against his ribs as if the old toy could shield him. The single bulb overhead flickered, coughing out a pale-yellow light that left more shadows than it chased away. Each shadow ticked and trembled on the wall like something alive, like the panic twis...