My name is Tim Marcoh. I lived in town called Canon. It was popular in the summer. Not to long ago I was homeless. During the day I slept in allies and at night I wondered through town looking for something.
One night I decided to walk along the beach. There were streetlights at the edge where the sand met the concrete ground. There was little light. It was something different but it was nice until spotted a huge figure emerging from the water.
A gut feeling was telling me I should leave. I started walking again and heard a loud roaring sound. My legs started to go fast and faster, going from walking to running. I ended up in front of a small house out of breath. It looked abandoned.
I went inside and found only a couch, a table and an old photo. It was dark inside except for the light from the moon. In photo were two younger men, twins in there late twenties with long blond hair and brown eyes.
One had golden hair and fair skin while the other had a paler version of the color. They wore pure white business suits. There wasn't a smile on the one with golden hair. The other had a smile that looked determined.
I heard the roaring again. I ducked behind the couch and hid there through out the night, hoping whatever is making that noise doesn't come here.