Mindy's parents weren't worried when their kid started talking to the closet, though there was no one. They said it was part of childhood to have an imaginary friend. They believed it would pass. They watched the days pass and their daughter continue playing with the no one in the closet.
When Mindy started telling her 'friend' no, her parents assumed it was just a part of her development. They did become concerned when she started drawing her friend, showing it to be a large, black thing.
They grew concerned when birds were sprinkled about their yard, dead.
Her father listened in on a conversation between her daughter and the thing, and it made him even more concerned.
"If you promise to stop killing the birdies," She said in her sweet little voice, "Then I'll do it. I'll give you a face."
The father raced into the room and snatched her up, running out and to his wife. His wife called a priest, and he blessed them and the house. The little girl cried for three days straight, upset her friend was gone.
The crying stopped in the middle of the fourth night.
Mindy's parents were asleep in bed, but the lack of her cries woke her father. He shook his wife in an attempt to wake her, but she remained dead asleep. He shakes her harder, and her head rolls towards him, her ruddy skull grinning at him. He screams, jumping back.
A shuffling of feet beside him makes him sit up, turning to find his daughter standing there, her pale face streaked with dark stains.
"Mindy," He whimpers, fear clutching his heart.
"Daddy, Nobody wanted a face, so he killed the birdies. I gave him mommy's, and now he wants me to match." She says sweetly, reaching for him.
He shrinks back, heart pounding.
"Hon-" He whispers, cut off by a cold hand over his mouth.