Demons

She didn’t remember inventing them. They were just there, in the blue darkness. The invisible one talked, the other was silent. She named them Pan and Xan.brown_lady_lg
“They’re demons,” she said.
Her mother told her father, “They’re just imaginary friends.”
“If a demon gets inside you, it makes you evil,” her brother said.
They weren’t inside her. They lurked. At night Pan whispered to her, teaching her their strange language. When she went down the dark hallway, she could see Xan waiting for her at the stairs.
An adult now, she still sees Xan’s shadow. Pan whispers, we’re always here.

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The Fabulator

Whether it’s normal for children to lie is debatable. Most people believe the myth of the Innocent Child. Like the Noble Savage, the Innocent Child is not inclined to evil, but learns from his environment. He is a Blank Slate, upon which the truth shall be written.

But children don’t perceive reality as adults do. They believe in monsters in the closet, serpents under the bed, and fairies that leave quarters under the pillows of those who lose teeth. They don’t believe that the earth is a round ball flying through space, or that the past and the future are separate things. More

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