One night I was just tucking in my little sister. As I kissed her forehead, I noticed something about a painting on her wall. It was a scene from Alice in Wonderland. The rabbit critter, at the tea party, had no pupil. Just blank, white eyes. I honestly figured the artist did it for some reason. I went back to my room, not stressing it to my sister.
           The next day, I snuck into my sister's room to inspect the picture. The rabbit now had a small brown scribbly pupil. My eyes went wide. Knowing me, I guessed my sister discovered it. I assumed she coloured it in. 
          As the week progressed, the pupil got larger. Every. SIngle. Night.

          On halloween, I took the photo down. My sister refused and protested. 
    
          "Halloween is of Satan!" I yelled at her. "I just won't allow this to hang!" I dropped the photo.


             And, sure enough, on the back of the photo was... 6 6 6 .

             The mark of the beast.