Prologue
Some people say I’m crazy, some of them say I’m not normal, some of them say I’m lying, some of them say I just want attention. How about you? What do you think?
It was a Sunday night in November when I first started seeing things I should not. Things I cannot forget, things that haunt me every time I close my eyes, things that I wanted to run as far away from, but don’t worry this is not a horror story. I am not talking about ghosts because believe me, there a lot of things that are scarier than those of cannot be seen by the naked eye.
“You did it, didn’t you?” the detective asked.
“I’m not lying.”
For a second the detective was still, “did you saw it?” he asked.
“No,” all of a sudden his voice sounded so reeling and confused
“I’m blind, officer.”
