I go over to fathers grave a pick out all the weeds, my charm bracelet jingerly lightly as my wrist moves. I had this silver bracelet ever since I can remeber. Whenever father went away, he always bought me back a little silver charm. I sigh as I look down at my many charms.

Tears start to well up in my eyes. God,what's wrong with me? Why am I so emotional all of a sudden? I think it's partly because I'm still scared of all the creatures I can see. What's wrong with me? Why can't I be normal, like everybody else? Why am I different? Why am I the only one in this bloody world that is different? I let the tears stream down my face.

"I miss you father. I want you to come home. I need you." My voice is croaky. I used to always tell him that on the phone when he went away and he promised that he'll be home as soon as. I cry out even more until my eyes are out of tears.

I can feel my skin stand on end. They're here. What should I do? Are they evil like the demons I see? Should I run? I stand up, wary of every little movement. I turn and see them. The spirits.

The End

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