Trevor lay on his bed waiting patiently for the clock to strike twelve while stroking the card in his hand, at the moment it was fifty-five minutes to twelve - he still needed five more minutes.
Truth be told, he didn't know what he was expecting anyway but he just had a feeling - call it a sixth sense or something - but he feels, that his world would be thrown upside down, pretty soon .
From the start, he had always felt this town was strange. Unexplainable events keep happening yet it's swept under the carpet and people go about their business as if it's nothing - like they're used to it
But he wasn't used to it.
He had initially thought the town was root deep in occultism but it was way more than that, yet he couldn't exactly explain it.
Yes, strange things happened in the city where he lived before, but there you don't get to see people with chalky pale skins and sometimes blood-red eyes or some people tell you to stay away from certain people cause they're witches.
