All the little things

The entity behind it all revealed to me how it happened. The sequence of events put in place as a means to an end.

My little brother was playing with his toys at the bottom of the stairs, right up until he heard a noise coming from the living room. Which was dark, and empty. Then he was called to bed by my father and forgot about the toys. So there they stayed, on the bottom step.

The next day, I would have missed the toys all together. But I became light headed for a split second, and staggered to the right just enough. Directly into the path of the toys.

And the anxiety, that one was a little easier. It just put thoughts in my head. Or… dug them out. They were already there, just not on the surface. It brought them to the surface.