Preface.

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It came from the back door of my house.

It flew; had wings I suppose
Dark brown they were; stretching wide
Scraping doors and walls,

Had a body of a human; ironic
It was an 'it'
They were two; the latter just a fragment of my imagination
It was evil. So evil, it made me sick.

It's attire terrorized me, my soul until this day

It petrified me,
Yet left me brave.

Who was it? 


"Who are you?"

"Not a his, nor a her; i am an it."


She began to realize that the anomalous happenings, aberrant changes yet the occult secrets being unfolded were just the beginning of a ruinous storm. The bizarre, uncanny being the sole root; will Evelyn be able to survive 'it'? 

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