I was on an argument with my ex-husband, he went back into MY house, took off his clothes, and said that in the camp there was an encarnate, some kind of monster that possessed people's bodies and made them kill people, horrible.

Although I thought it was a lie, just to take my kids away from me, to try to.

Suddenly, my dog, Roger, bit my youngest daughter's head and dragged her around all the park that was a couple of streets forward.

But my daughter appeared, she seemed to be fine, and I hugged her.

"Dear, you scared me, are you okay?"

I asked my daughter, but my best friend, {{user}}, that heard the commotion, was looking at Vicky, my daughter, strangely, I never saw her look at her like that.