Dear David - After the Third Question, the Misshapen‑Headed Child Appeared in My Photos
It all began with a dream.
I was lying in bed, and a child was sitting in the corner of my room.
A young boy.
His head was strangely large—
dented on one side, as if crushed.
At first, I thought it was just a dream.
Dreams can show you anything.
But the boy wasn’t crying or standing still.
He was staring at me.
Someone in the dream spoke.
“That boy is David.”
And they told me the rules.
You can ask David questions.
But only two.
If you ask a third question, you die.
Even in the dream, I asked him:
“How did you die?”
The boy answered,
“There was an accident at a store.”
I asked again:
“Who did it?”
David didn’t answer.
That’s when I realized
I had asked a third question.
The next day, the house felt wrong.
Every night, my cat sat in front of the front door.
He wasn’t like that normally.
He wasn’t asking for food or wanting to go out.
He just stared at the bottom of the door.
Always after midnight.
At first, I laughed it off.
Cats stare at nothing all the time.
But one night, something tapped the door.
Tok.
Tok.
Not knocking—
more like someone lightly tapping with a fingernail.
I turned on the intercom camera.
No one was there.
My cat kept staring.
After that, I couldn’t sleep.
Objects moved slightly around the room.
A decor