I was high.
This had to be a hallucination caused by my prescription meds. It had to be. I had already had plenty of delusions before, when I took my sleeping pills and refused to lie down—sometimes I even did it on purpose. I had seen goblins sneaking around the dark corners of my bedroom and hiding under my bed. My dog had once transformed into a seal right in front of me.
Strange things happened when I was medicated.
My mind was not a safe place, and I was not a reliable narrator.
Even though I could swear I had not taken any pills that night.
When the man started walking toward me with slow, deliberate steps, I backed away and fell flat on my ass. My fingers gripped the handle of the pocketknife so tightly they hurt.
“Who are you?”
“The girl summoned me, and she doesn’t know who
