This story is the sequel to the Memory's Crannies ending. I don't own any of the characters.
"Well, guess I better get going, then." This sentence keeps haunting the nine-year-old girl, Ib. She feels as if she should know this purple haired man, but how could she? "Would I really forget someone like that?" Ib mutters, every time the man crosses her mind. "I doubt it," Ib said, her response to the question she asks herself. She sighs. She's been doing this for a month now; lots have things have been happening repeatedly since she went to the art gallery. The nightmares, filled with women crawling out of paintings, creepy purple dolls, and a blonde girl in a green dress chasing her with a palette knife. Will this ever stop for the young girl?