This is no story. If you are reading this. I either got out and lived to tell the tale. or I died and someone found my notebook. I wrote down everything that happened to me and my friends. From the moment we found out to the moment we made it out alive. We can't say much. It could put you in danger. Could cost you your life. remember this. Remember these next words until he day you die. All the stories are true. Percy Jackson. Magnus Chase. The Trials Of Apollo. The Kane Chronicles. Keeper of the Lost City's. Harry Potter isn't. Not that I know of. Oh and. All Monsters are Human. These are the last words I ever saw of my Grandmother. I found her old notebook after she passed. This isn't a sequel to anything. This is a real story. I don't know how or why I found this. But I did. And I wish I hadn't. I really wish. • • • "Markus? What are you reading baby?" My mother says. "Grandma's Old notebooks. Why?" I ask. Oh gods the look in my mom's eyes is what had me hiding that night, hiding my friends too. Her eyes filled with the need to kill. I don't know why. Or how. But that was not my mother. • • • My name is Markus Woodrow. I'm eighteen and I was in twelfth grade. So we're my friends and such. I'm with my best friend Lukas and his boy friend Muli, my gender fluid significant other. Kit. We were having a sleepover when my mother tried killing us. (a/n: The title has nth to do with the book :^)