Chapter 2
I was five
years old sitting in my Grandfather's study watching as he dusted the shelves.
I used to follow him like a shadow back then. Normally he'd try to keep me
amused by pulling funny faces or putting a duster on his head and pretending to be a peacock, but that day was
different. That day he was a man on a mission and there was nothing to laugh
about.
"Do you remember what I told you about monsters Michael?"
He asked.
Monsters? I thought to myself. I stared
up at my grandfather who was patiently waiting for an answer. I tilted my head
and racked my brain for an answer, but my mind came up blank.
"Monsters?" I questioned while wondering if he was referring to the monsters in my picture book.
He sighed and returned his attention to the bookshelf in front of
him. Grandpa's study was amazing back then. It was full of numerous books and
scriptures, some of them hundreds of years old. He scanned his fingers over the
old volumes until he found what he was looking for. He pulled out a worn
looking book and began to flip through the pages.
"Real monsters," he
said. "Are animal spirits that inhabit this world. We talked about this
the other day, does it ring any bells Michael?”
