She slowly walks down the street watching as the shadowy figures begin to take on sharper features looking more and more vivid everyday. They watch curiously as she makes eye contact with their beady white eyes then hastily looks away in fear of them noticing.  They must have because they follow her to school.

'Ignore them.' Her mother would tell her when she was six. 'They’re not real.' She would try to convince her when she was eight. 'Stop crying there’s nothing there!' Her mother screamed when she was ten.

At the age of twelve she now knows that her own mother will never tell her what is wrong with her nor will she ever try to get her help. She began to develop the sneaking suspicion it had something to do with her father whom never saw her even after her birth. Mother never spoke about him though the girl recognized the face she made when she spoke about the shadows was the same face her mother gave when she asked about her father.

The little girl knew she was slowly falling into insanity but now after so many years of seeing the grotesque beast she was becoming numb to them merely pushing their round heads away when they got too close to her. This would keep them away for at most an hour before they would try to climb onto her once again. They were never too big for her to shove away though some were tall and skinny making her feel a bit intimidated when she did shove them away.

“What the hell is this?” A voice says from behind.

She spins around surprised to see a tall man in his early twenties wearing a long abyss black trench coat and a crisply ironed black buttoned up shirt with matching pants. He slowly pulls a silver pistol from beneath his long trench coat. “Just what are you?” He asks carefully aiming at one of the beast.

“Don’t,” She inhales.

Before she can say more he shoots the creature, its body contouring before turning to black dust. He slowly turns his hand collecting the dust in a bag that lays strapped to his hip.

“Are you a witch,” He asks placing his pistol back into it's holster.

“Wh-what?” She takes a step back.

“Far too young but still possible, perhaps a demon?”

“Excuse me?”

He grabs her chin inspecting her. “No you look human,”

She swats his hand away watching as he rubs his wrist in pain. “You’re a very powerful human, but then again I don’t think you are all human.”

She takes a deep breath realizing she has a cold sweat running down her back. Then without hesitation and fueled by pure adreneline she quickly kicks him in the groin watching as he falls over in pain.

“Definitely not human,” He gasps on the floor as she runs away.