This happened when I was a child. It started like any other summer. The days were long, the windows stayed open, and we ran through the mosquito fog at night. Then I saw something in the mist. And it wouldn't be the last time. After that, things began happening that I couldn't explain. I woke up outside with no memory of how I got there. Doors were locked from the inside. There were prints in the dirt that didn't belong to anything I knew. Something had followed me home.