Chapter 1

I remember when i was seven years old my cousin was born.

It was a night when there was a bloody moon.

Mixed with rain.

It was an unlucky night.

We were warned to not go outside in the news, that it was dangerous.

But we had no choice.

When I held him for the first time, I had a sensation that something was off about him.

But, I was only seven so, I ignored it.

As I watched him grow up, he acted very, very weird.

He would cry every single minute, he would refuse to drink his milk.

He wouldn't even smile.

And, it annoyed me back then.

When his first tooth came out, it was sharp and pointy, like a knife.

"Huh, that's strange." My aunt, his mother murmured.

I looked at his tooth again, it was glistening in the light.

"Maybe it's nothing, Clara." My mom assured her.

My aunt was hesitant before she'd said, "I guess your right."

But she was wrong.

He'd grew more cranky.

When it was time for him to eat solid food, he'd wouldn't eat it.

At all.

And when my aunt forced him to eat, he'd puke or get really sick.

"I don't know what's happening to Owen." Aunt Clara said worriedly.

"Take him to the doctor." My mom suggested.

"If I do, they'll say he's fine and that most babies don't like food and he will grow out of it. I'm not believing that, Maya." Aunt Clara said.

My mom didn't say anything.

As years passed and as Owen grew older, he'd always be quiet. And there was something in his eyes that looked more like hunger and mischief.

Then one night, we found out that my aunt and uncle died.