It was all her fault. My stepmom, I mean. She waltzed into my life at the tender age of 12, after my real mom had just passed away only months before. She took my Dad, and practically my entire life away from me, and is doing her very best to make sure I stay out of hers. She doesn't realise that I get visits from people at random times throughout the day and night. People who tell me secrets. People who are dead. Not just people, sometimes animals venture into my room, or cross in front of me as I'm walking to school, or rub against my leg at the bus stop. Animals that nobody but me can see, hear or feel. Nobody knows but me about the strange things I experience everyday. Things are about to get much, much stranger.
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