I can't tell you where this story begins, or when, its too dangerous..

but i can tell you what day of the week it is, it was a tuesday...

I was walking down the strret on that very tuesday, little did i know, the next days would change my life forever.

It all started when i arrived in bedford, it was a quaint town, some would even call it a tight community, i called it boring. i mean, there was no arcade, no theater and NO kids. The worst was the fact that i had to live in some old house "its a nice house, a lot of history" my mom said, yeah right.

When we got nside i nearly puked, it smelled like something died, unfourtunately something did.

"the poor raccon!" my mom exclaimed, me, I just stood there, i read online that dead raccons were an omen of doom,

that night i heard the noises, my mom said it was just the house settling, i wasn't so sure. the second night i had to find out what the heck was going on, so i decided the attic would be a good guess the attic was like an attic you would see in a movie, mothballs everywhere, dim lightbulb, etc. the only thing that stood out from anything was an old mirror, as i looked into it i felt as though my very lifeforce was being sucked out, when i awoke, it was dark....

it took me awhile to figure out where i was, i was in a room, more of a cell actually, it had no doors, a window, and a chair. Thats when he appeared. "hello, mortal.." he said in a terrifying tone, "if you wish to be free you have only to answer this, what are you?" "what am i?" i said, dumbfounded "well... im a human" "I KNOW THAT!" he bellowed "I MEAN, WHERE DO YOU COME FROM? WHAT DO YOU WANT? THINGS LIKE THAT!" "oh....." i said, terrified "well, im from planet earth of the milky way, i would like to travel around my planet, and know what you are.." "that is not important... goodbye..."

when i woke up my mom said i'd been in a coma for a week, the doctor said i'd be fine, my mom didn't accept that. "why did this happen? will it happen again? are you sure?" she questioned. as i write this i hope that nobody else suffers the same thing that i did, im still looking over my shoulder in case someone or, something is following me...

THE END

"no actual raccoons were harmed in the making of this story"