"Yeah sure dad now your here," I started looking around like i was the visitor. My old man had never shown so much as an inch of himself to me his whole life-so I though- and now he wants me believe he's a paranormal. Oddly enough I believe in paranormal entities but my father being one...what does that make me?
"Look johnny i know I haven't been around much but I'm telling you it was for your own good, as I am paranormal you are paranormal, I couldn't show up until you were old enough to control your powers and this knowledge... And keep it hidden, I've been gone partly because the government doesn't want us around.," my father looked at me like I should accept the fact that I'm a freak that the government wants non-existent. Honestly I do!
"Then maybe we aught to get going I've got a Harley in the back i can drive, you got a ride old man?," I slap my father's shoulder as if he was always there. I decided I would give the man a break... And a chance to prove his claim.
As I walked out of the old trailer that stunk of beer and cigarettes i grabbed a small pack of clothes that was always prepared in case I had to leave unexpectedly. This was an unexpected trip for sure.
"Hey dad! start up the motorcycles so when I'm done we can leave" I had to yell this in order to allow him to hear me over the wind of early morning Camden.
