The Demon Side of my Brother
In the summer of 2005, when I was 9 years old, I was playing on the beach in Oregon with my brother, Thomas. He was almost 7 years old at the time. I was building sand castles and he was trying to find sea-shells. He ran up to me, showing me the cool shells. He wanted me to know if they were good enough. I asked him what they had to be good enough for. He said he was going to do something with them later. I told him they were really cool. And with that, he walked back to where he was finding shells and kept looking. And I went back to building sand castles.
Later that day, our mom and dad had told us that it was time for us to get back in the car to go to the motel we were going to be staying at. Once we got in the car, I looked over at …