You know those shadows you see out of the corner of your eye? The ones that disappear when you turn to look at them? You have always made excuses for that creeping unease you felt. The whole "I must be seeing things" speech. Maybe your friends laugh at you when you mention it. They laugh and say you have a wild imagination or claim you are paranoid. What if I told you it was not your imagination? What if I told you there was a whole world out there that goes unseen by most?
My name is Alexander, and this is the story of my life