The Peculiar Ancient. Inhumane. That's what the children call me. They made about me however, many do not properly express my capability. They say that I live in the dark, that I never come out in the light. That’s true for I hate the light. But what the children don’t know is that I don’t look like frankenstein, the boogie man, or dracula. I have no appearance, no shape, no identity.
I now live in an elderly woman's home. I believe that I have made her crazy, for that is my plan… to bring out the madness in people. She says she wants to get back at her sister for something. I can tell she is afraid and lonely turning to me for advice however I do not plan on staying for much longer. After I take the women and her family there will be no use to stay in this house.
Veronica
I woke up in my floral decorated room still drowsy from not going to bed until three am. I looked at my disheveled appearance in the mirror, putting my blonde hair in a ponytail before heading downstairs for breakfast myself.
“Hey V,” my mom said as I was running down the stairs.
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She stared at the wall not looking away from it. I tiptoed away from the doorway and went back into the spacious room. I climbed back in bed but didn't go to sleep. Instead, I listed to the footsteps coming closer and closer to my door. The doorknob creaked and turned slowly as if the person did not want to wake me up. I heard the door swing open as my Aunt came into the doorway. She had a sinister smile that stretched across her face. Her smile was unnatural and scared me, so I didn't make a noise and pretended to be asleep. She left within ten minutes closing the door as she did before. I was crying at this point petrified to move. I planned to take my brother and leave. Leave out of the horrible house, down the road, anywhere but