Hi, my name is Tanner Durst. I have green eyes and brown- almost black hair. I thought it would be nice to share my stories to bring awareness to other special people like me. If you are reading this for pure entertainment, then I envy you. The life I now lead is very dangerous. However, if you are reading this and any of these events, especially near the beginning of my account, seem familiar to you, than stop reading immediately. Your scent becomes stronger once you realize what you are. If anything else happens then demand the truth from your parent (if you have two birth parents in your household than ignore this. It will not affect you). Don't stop until they give you the exact truth. Now, since we have the warning out of the way, I can continue with my story.
I was in the fifth grade when this happened. I was only eleven, but I guess my father had not hid us well enough. At the time we were living in Sacramento, California. It was around midnight when I heard a banging outside. It sounded like something was knocking the trash cans and other things around the yard. I slowly pulled the blinds back on my bedroom window and looked outside. What I saw shocked me. There was a tiny cyclone-like thing blowing around on our fenced in back yard. I quickly pulled the blinds shut and ran to my father's room.
"Dad, wake up! There's something outside!" I yelled while shaking him. He jolted awake and looked me in the eyes.
"There's something outside? Hang on I'll go check," he told me. He must've heard the noise from outside because he seemed to believe me. I followed my father down the hallway until we reached the kitchen. My dad saw the cyclone and his eyes lost the shimmer they usually had and he looked somewhat frightened. "She warned me about this," he mumbled.
"Who? Warned you about what?" I asked.
"Not right now, we need to get out of here. Okay, we're going to have to get to the car. Come with me. It's a good thing the house is connected with the garage." At that moment I was agreeing with him. Whatever that thing was out there, I did not want to get any closer to it than I had to.
Dad and I walked swiftly to the side door that led directly to the garage. Inside was our black Impala. Dad quickly unlocked the car and we both jumped in and buckled our seatbelts. More than likely it was going to be a wild ride. He thrust the key into the ignition and the car roared to life. The garage door had a motion sensor on the inside so we started to back out as soon as the door was high enough for us to squeeze through. As soon as we cleared the garage and had turned around enough where we were pointed towards the road, Dad floored it. We shot out of the drive way like a bullet. I turned around and to my horror the weird wind-spirit like thingy was following us. Except now it had taken the form of a horse. I studied the horse for a few seconds. It was black with what looked like lightning flashing across its unsubstantial bodice. However, even though it seemed like it should just blow apart it was moving pretty fast. Slowly but surely, the storm horse was gaining on our car.
"Dad, it's-"
"I know son, I know. Hopefully we can lose it once we get on the highway."
"What is it though? Why is it after us?" I asked him, once again seeking for answers.
"Lupa will explain once we get to Sonoma Valley," he said. His response only raised more questions. Who in Lupa? Why are we going to Sonoma Valley? I couldn't come up with an answer for any of my questions. "You should get some rest, you'll need it. I'll wake u up when we get there," my father said. I doubted that I would be able to go to sleep after all that had happened, but after I reclined my seat and closed my eyes, I was asleep in seconds.