The Pointed Heads

The Pointed Heads, you've probably never heard of them before. Nobody has, which they should be grateful for. My little sister and I only know who they are. They are the wicked, favored souls of the Devil's children. They have been following us for the past couple of months, ever since we acknowledged their presence, they acknowledged our existence. And they won't leave us alone. I see them everywhere. In my bedroom, the basement, the attic, the living room even in my closet, I can feel their eyes on me. Something about us attracts their attention, I always hear them talking every night in hushed whispers. Why are they here? The real question is, what do they want with me?