We like in one of the largest towns in England. My grandparents moved here when my dad was about sixteen fresh out of high school
The witch lineage runs deeper than this town in my family. We don't all sense the same way
Me I see them and they press Images into my mind as a way of talking to me and wen they don't want to be seen I can still feel them I know when something is around.my eldest Sam he sees them too he also gets flashes of tomorrow in his sleep.Faith she is scared by it and tries to ignore it throw she is good at spell casting. Kuiro he definitely sees but not as strong as me and Sam at least not yet .Then there's little man Christopher he's definitely senses things but he's young and not fully developed yet
Now all this starts early one winter morning . Sam wakes early for work so early it's still dark. He was half way to work walking on the long main road darkness all around . A row of houses set back off the road behind them the ink black of the playing fields . The street lights cutting a hard white cut along the pavement that's when he sees it. A person standing in the garden of one of the houses just staring at the wall not trying to look through a window it was like it was looking straight through the wall. He couldn't take his eyes off it as he walked past it was so strange why was it staring at the wall. He had just passed the figure when he glanced back and caught it's face. There wasn't one smooth corner blank like those slender men stories only real and right there under the led glare. He shuddered and got this sick feeling like he wasn't supposed to look. Like there was a rule he'd just broken. He keeps walking telling himself don't look back but he could feel it like static that's wen he decides he's telling me the second he gets home .
After a long day at work he came home to me mid cleanse smoke hanging in the hallway. The kids were popping windows letting the cold in and the bad out something felt wrong in the house and I needed to make the house feel like my home . Little did I know what was coming