Imagine stories told about a race horrible, child stealing monsters that only come out at night. Now imagine your best friends with one. The people outside aren't the ones we should fear. The Sin Alas aren't the bad guys, its the creatures hunting t...
The scratching stopped. Foot steps creaked along the the porch to the side of the house. Through the blurry window staring in the dark was a half rotting looking monster.
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Was this why my Nana warned me to never go out past 10? Did this man bring it here? We didn't move and I assume it was partially blind because it got back on all four and left. I let out a sigh of relief that I was still alive then turned my head back to the stranger in my house. I just wanted to scream at him and make him explain all this but I knew he could not tell me. How could we communicate?
