The reporter was looking at me like I was crazy at this point. I knew he would. I grinned and laughed.

“Boy do you think this is a joke? I come all this way to hear about what happened that year and you think that its a fucking joke. I read the police reports and there are no cartoon freaks mentioned anywhere in them.” the reporter said with a frown.

“You really think that the police would put that kind of thing in the reports they can't be known as believers  in the supernatural could you imagine what people would say if they knew about that. I would say to go talk to the cop that handled my case but he is dead now so is the chief of police the only other person that knew. Ill get there man don’t worry.”

With a grunt and the nod I was given permission to continue my story.

“‘HELP ME SOMEONE PLEASE HELP!’ I screamed shocked that I was now inside back in my room I still felt the cut in the side of my face but I could no longer feel the sticky blood.

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My mom rushed in the room and knelled by my side ‘what happened’.

I made the worst mistake I could have I went on telling her what happened. She swore that it was just a dream but I knew in my heart it wasn't. I felt like she knew I was telling telling the truth. She told me to meet her in the kitchen in thirty minutes. I could hear pots and pans clanging in the distance. When I got to the kitchen there was the biggest plate of bacon and eggs I have eaten in my life. I had no clue why my mom knew that I would be able to eat it all. But in the next twenty minutes I ate it all. When I finished I felt better.

I went to the bathroom to check out my head. It still hurt like hell. I could feel that there was something in there like a splinter but I couldn't get at it for the life of me. After about twenty minutes of scratching I decided I better give up before I do cut my head open.”