Ever since I was young I could see them. 

I would hear their somber stories woven in tales of deep sadness. Then I would taste their sorrow as it melted off their bones. But no matter what they would tell me, or what they would show me I would stay silent. As quiet as a lamb in front of a wolf, because I knew their true nature. Their true claws that hid below their nails. Their fangs that lay hidden in their mouth ready to extend out. The last thing I would ever want to repeat was my sister’s mistake.

My poor, poor sister’s mistake.

She was only in eighth grade, and I was only in sixth when it all happened. It was morning and we were walking to school from our house. The day was sweltering hot, and I remember saying what a perfect day for an event. Then I was only joking, but I had a habit of manifesting. 

A car skidded off the road, it almost hit my sister. It went over the sidewalk and landed directly on her crush, Jackson. The sound of splat followed by a pool of red melting into the concrete almost made my sister gag. I walked over to him to see if he was alive.

It was a scene that I would never get out of my head. “He did it.” Was all I heard before the light faded from his mangled eyes. His skull was nearly crushed under the weight of the tire. I tried to lift the car to at least move him out of there. But no one came to help me, they only called an ambulance. 

I peered in the window to see who was driving it, and saw a man with only a mouth. His smile reached nearly up to his ears as he morphed into another human. Or more like he teleported another human. I couldn’t tell because when he was tackled down by the police he was baffled at how he even got there.

I turned to walk to my sister and saw her head in hands. Crying while pleading in tears to keep him tethered to this world. That’s where the memory ends. And that’s when I wake up in cold sweat.