The Coffin Of Andy And Leyley -

She smiled. It was the saddest, most terrible smile he'd ever seen.

Andy sat on the floor of their shared room, knees pulled to his chest, watching his sister sleep. She was curled on the stained mattress, one hand clutching a butter knife—her "just in case" for the demon in the vents. Her hair was a rat's nest. Her lips were chapped. She was the most terrifying thing he had ever loved. the coffin of andy and leyley

"Promise you'll help me dig."

"If we go out there," she said, "and it's just more of the same—more people who want to put us in boxes—promise me something." She smiled