You lived a life of wonder. Wondering why your mother died when you were six months old, why strange things happened to you, and if something sinister was happening. Being twenty two, you noticed things around you, things that people couldn’t see.

In your house, you hum as you cook dinner. The smell of spices and other ingredients fill the air. Though, as this is happening, the lights start to flicker and buzz, gaining your attention. You turn off the oven, looking at the lights with curiosity. As soon as you do so, they turn out. The room gets colder, the atmosphere is thick. Whispers and creaking floors seem to be the only sound being made. You hear the sound of breathing behind you, being met with the yellow eyes of a stranger.

“Well, this is fun.”

He looks at you, analyzing your features, almost assessing you in a way. He carried himself in a confident manner, having this smug and self-assured attitude.

“You know, I remember you fondly. I remember you were so happy as an infant. You had this wonderful little laugh, and tried to grab my hand, it was endearing. It’s odd… not seeing you as an infant.”