I've had this image in head of a sweet little girl sitting next to a well. Her back rests against the wall of the well, the damp earth chilling the skin of her legs. She's school aged, blond. She's swiftly writing in a notebook of some kind. Occasionally she'll stop long enough to ball up the paper she wrote on, tossing it into the well behind her.
It's spring, blue skies mottled with fluffy white clouds. Blossoms are blooming everywhere. The scent of lilacs and wisteria wrestle in the breeze with river water and grass. A warming image of fresh serenity, and innocence.
Her big brother approaches the well. Joyfully he greets her, "Hey Sis! What're y'up to?"
She replies, "I'm hiding my secrets."
Meanwhile the paper ball containing her secrets hit the surface of the water in the well. The ink falls from the paper. As the ink flows off the paper it morphs shapes. Strange shapes that begin to take on a more solid figure and form. Impossible. It writhes, it screams, it changes again. It's alive. It is evil.
Strange tunnels in the depths of this well. Like a labyrinth. It explores until it finds more of its ilk. Brethren. Monsters. They are, all of them, hidden secrets, dangerous, ravenous, and looking for ways to escape!
Sometimes people hide their demons. Even from themselves. Takes light to reveal them. Jesus is the Lit Almighty Demon hunter! Me, My husband, and God. Ghostbusters of the soul!