Chapter 2

As the years moved forward, Barbara and I grew closer than sisters. We had everything planned out to even attend college together.

Fate is a way of flipping someone’s life upside down. I started to notice at the age of seventeen years old that there was something different happening to me. I felt like there was a spiritual presence that would visit me or stay with me.

I would hear a voice whispering in my ear, as if my subconscious had developed a way to speak. It was curious and frightening at the same time. It took me several months to grow used to the presence. Many times, I would try to block it out, I was terrified I would be seen as someone with a psychotic condition which I never had. I never informed my mother or stepfather; I was terrified of what they would think of me.

 Along with this new sense of power that was evolving inside of me, I also noticed different things I had never noticed in childhood. Mother started to act differently, there were days when I questioned who she truly was.

The caring, devoted mother she was when I was crippled, began to seem like a facade. In my wildest imaginings, I feared that she might be possessed. She would switch from the mother I knew to a dark twisted person within minutes. She was sweet as pie, unless I tested her boundaries then, a raging bitch would appear like a dangerous storm.

 

Sometimes, I would faint and wake up with little memory of what happened. Hunter, I could tell, he was different than other men. It was as if there was a secret neither were telling me. There were days when he would disappear, and mum never hinted where he had gone. He always came back, and that made me happy. Mum would look worried when he came back.

 I tried asking her to tell me more about Hunter Eldridge but, she said "You would not understand, this is adult business, it is beyond your comprehension". As if that would keep my curiosity at bay?! She should know that I have always been a curious mind, this is why I had grand dreams of attending Cambridge University to become a journalist. I enjoyed a thrilling hunt for news. I should be happy to see my mother so happy, and just leave the bones of the past lying in mystery. I feel like there is a secret about Hunter that needs unravelling. Some of my friends call me “Nancy Drew” because I love to uncover mysteries. However, for some unfathomable reason, I cannot unlock the mysteries of my own mind. Why does my mind constantly continue to nag at me involving my real father? Why do I continue to have odd dreams that I cannot explain? Dreams that could never be real.

I dreamt I was walking through a forest side by side with a beautiful wolf. The woods felt oddly familiar, even though I know I have never been there. I felt connected to these woods as if a part of my soul were there. I would walk through this area feeling at peace in life. My eyes would shine with a purple hue as I stared at the night sky. I am not a Skinwalker so why I am having dream of the wolf that is following my dream realm, why do my eyes shine with a purple light, the same as the wolf?

The dreams felt so real, and yet were so strange, I did not know what was happening to me. None of this is normal. It felt like something hidden deep inside my soul was breaking its bonds and coming forward. It terrified me to my core, what was this hidden strength that was becoming known? Why was I starting to feel like I had another presence living with me? What was this? How do I ask my mother or my stepfather? 

 I kept these thoughts in the back of my mind. It was difficult to ignore it, the closer I reached my eighteenth birthday, the stronger the invisible force began to grow.

Again, Life has a way of throwing curve balls, I never expected things to happen how it did. So many hidden secrets about myself would be revealed, and the harsh reality that life is never what a person seems. All the lies that were staring at me in the face. I now realize that the one person who I lived with was the biggest monster of all! My name is Molly, this is my story.