Let me start off by saying this a 100% true story. Let’s get one thing straight. I’m a morning person. Early to bed, early to rise has always been my motto. I’m a square, what can I say. But then again, I guess that’s just the discipline Navy SEAL training teaches you.
Simone broke her dreamy gaze out of the grimy third story window to glance over at Glen. He lay there so peacefully, the sheets tucked neatly around his soft, rounded chin. His hands were laced together and resting on his chest as if he were in a soft, silent prayer.
This is a true story.
This story takes place in a suburban community, just minutes outside of Detroit, Michigan in a quiet town known as St. Clair Shores. The events that I witnessed take place may or may not have been from a dark, demonic source… Regardless, it is still unexplainable.