Isabelle had looked at some family photos earlier this morning. That was normal. Normal-ish. Normal enough for how things had been going lately. With Max's death, and the holidays coming up, and all the drama with Flick –– well, who could blame her for wanting to spend some time thinking about her family.

She knew she'd put all the photos away, though. And yet when she came back to her room after a while, she could see already from the door that one of them was out on her desk. When she came closer, she saw which one it was. It had her mother and father with Max, when he'd been barely older than a toddler. She'd liked it, even with all the pain it caused for a variety of reasons.

Except now, it had been defaced. Her parents' eyes had been scratched out. Isabelle picked up the photo, and looked back at the door. Had someone been to her room when she'd been out? Gremlins? Why would they do something like this to someone's family photos?

She looked back down at the photograph.

They deserve it, anyway. They all deserve it.

... Had she thought that? Why would she ever think that?

Maybe she needed to go back to bed.

[ooc: Door halfway open, post completely so! Also creepy and unsure of sanity. ETA: Warning for some possessed violence!]