One thing you should know about it is that I loathe dogs, absolutely loathe them. My mom and older sister had volunteered to take of my grandma's Pomeranian while she was vacation one time. That white puffball would yap and yap so much I could never get enough sleep. My little sister was adopted like me, but she was so afraid of it she hid the whole time he was there. I managed to remedy that by keeping it in my older sister's room until he went home.I also love cotton candy. Anytime my older sister gets some she has to share with me. She's a really nice girl but a bit of a scaredy cat. That brings me to another point.
I see things my sister can't. My parents had a really bad divorce, so my little sister had to stay with my dad while my mother, sister, and me had to move into an apartment. It was pretty nice until these things started showing up. They were at the house, sure, but they got really bad because my sister couldn’t help me anymore. Tall, shadowy beings will flit around us when they think we aren't looking, staring us down and scratching at us with their long, sharp claws. I don't have a word for them but I know bad things will happen if they touch us. People like me and my little sister have told stories about their families being taken by them and never being seen again. My mom doesn't even notice them but my older sister gets agitated when they're near, like she senses them too. Usually I can look right at them and they'll go away, or when they get really mean I’ll yell. But of course, I get punished for being too loud.
It got really bad one night. My sister had been watching horror movies with her friends at night, and that's sure to make them come. They were following her all night so she resorted to keeping all the lights on until she had to go to sleep at one a.m. The beasts were getting closer than they ever had before, creeping out of her closet and standing over her bed. She had resorted to using the childhood tactic of covering her face with a blanket and praying the things she couldn’t see would go away. When one reached toward her, I jumped from the bed and screamed as loud as I could, chasing them from her room to the hallway outside my mom’s room. "Shut up, Isabella!" My mom yelled. But it didn't matter. The shadows had vanished and my sister was safe again. When I jumped up on the bed she started patting my head and praising me. She smiled, "You're a good kitty."