Chapter 1
I heard a clatter of bin lids at the back porch behind me. In the shadows, matted fur, pouring over the contents of the upturned bin.
It turned it's head.
Fear lodged in my chest to my throat. 'What is it?'
I took a slow shaky step backward. It sprung up, large and tall like a hairy man beast. Natural instinct took over. Run. Run. A voice screamed in my head. I'd never seen anything like it before. This kind of creature was unheard of, one of nightmares. Is this a dream? I'd had my share of horrifying nightmares, but I was pretty sure I was awake and what was happening was real.
Real.
Run.
Too late. I felt the blow from behind drop me to floor. Moments of consciousness... lifted over a fence.
Waking up to questions noone ever answered.
Flash backs are a killer. They stop me from moving. In a daze, flicking back through stills of that night in my mind, trying to understand. I blamed my neighbour, I blamed my family, I blamed everyone for not telling me the truth of this world. Someone knew something... someone had saved my life.
The simple black and white cookie cutter world painted in stories, the back bone of my entire existence to this date, had all been a lie.
"There are three types of people," a voice said. "Ones that tell the truth, ones that lie, and ones that do both. Which doesn't matter, because you can't trust them to know when, either."
Who was that? It sounded like a young teenage boy.
