Ennui

Her walk home was equally depressive. She was tempted to take a detour and go to their apartment, check it out and see if truly her father was kidnapped. But something held her back. She wasn't sure if it was the ominous way in which Jason had told her that their apartment was full of demon activity, or the feeling of fear that nested in her chest like a bird. She knew that she would be done for if she took that detour.

She got to Olive's house in a matter of minutes. Their house sat in the middle of a group of detached houses, with small lawns in the front and sprinklers. The bourgie part of New York City.

She jogged up the staircase to the front and rang the doorbell, then stepped back, waiting for a response. She had always wondered how her best friend's dad was able to afford such an expensive house. She knew he was a real estate agent, but the nature of his work was as vague as vague things were. Were real estate agents that wealthy?

Soon the door creaked open and Olive's dad pee