Something Wicked This Way comes.

I can’t remember when it started.

It just did.

The time when I stopped officially being normal.

One day they were there. Keeping the loneliness of my childhood a bay with whispers and jokes, with stories and affectionate nicknames, pulling faces behind people’s heads to make me laugh.

People who couldn’t see them.

Nobody could but me.

My Mother became worried that she would have a mentally unstable child, one that never could be fixed. That her darling Harlow would begin saying outloud the 'whispered secrets her new friends told her', that the devil was following me.

My Father worried that I was losing my mind, that every time he looked into my eyes he was speaking to someone else. Someone that wasn’t his daughter and never would be.

I probably should have worried sooner, learned to keep quiet.

Because when the darkness came at my own hand.

I began to see a lot more.

I am not alone in the dark. 

Dum Dum Dum.... first chapter being updated tomorrow.