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out of my hair before bending down to pet Cupcake. She hated going outside in the snow, but I had been gone for a little while so I was going to try to get her to go potty before the snow really started coming down.
    I put a leash on her and decided to take her out front. She hesitated but I tugged on the leash, walking her down the stone walkway into the grass. I was looking all over my yard, there was only one streetlight close by and it barely lit a portion of my yard, and my porch light was far too dim. I saw something move out of the corner of my eye and spun around to my right to look.
    There, under a huge maple tree, I saw the shadowy outline of a male leaning against the tree. I couldn’t move or breathe. Cupcake was oblivious to it, still sniffing around for that right spot to do her business in. Dropping the leash I started running towards the tree, and as I did the shadow bowed to me, and just like that it was gone in a blur. I continued to run towards the tree, when I got there I looked down into the snow and sure enough there were footprints there.
    “ HEY !” I yelled loudly, hoping to get a response. But all that I heard was my own breath from running. “Please,” I begged, “please show yourself, I already know you’re there. Just come out.”
    Nothing. After standing there like an idiot for the next fifteen minutes, I started shaking. The snow was really falling fast now and Cupcake was whining to go inside. I picked her up and snuggled her under my jacket as I walked through the large front yard back to the house.
    “Your Mom is going nuts, Cupcake,” I said to her as I shook my hair out again. I let her off her leash and she ran out of the foyer into the living room doing laps to warm up. My phone was ringing again as I took my coat off. Christian sure was persistent. I let it go to voicemail again.
    As I grabbed the letter off the table in the foyer where I had left it, I clicked the heat on and walked over to the couch to open it.
    Dearest Skyy,
    I’m sorry if I have frightened you. By now, I am sure you can guess that no, I am not a human as you know them. I am not a ghost or a spirit of any kind, nor am I a demon or incubus. I am not out to hurt you or manipulate you.
    As for what you can expect, I cannot say. I should not be communicating with you, but I find that I cannot help myself. I did not harm those men in the cemetery, nor did I murder the drunkard who attacked you. I know you went to the pub tonight to try to find information on me, so you already know that I have the power to erase memories.
    That is why you intrigue me. You should not have remembered that night, you should not have seen me. No human ever has ever remembered their interaction with me. I could not erase your memory. So you in a sense, frighten me too.
    This is a new road I am traveling on. I trust you, and would not be communicating with you if I thought differently.
    I ran upstairs to get a new sheet of paper. I had to know more, and had to know it as soon as possible. My phone was ringing again downstairs. I wondered if there was some kind of emergency, and felt guilty for not picking up. As I came back down with a pen and paper, I picked up the phone to call Christian back,
    It didn’t even ring a half of a ring before he answered. “I’m so glad you called me back.” I could tell from his voice he had been drinking. I wasn’t in the mood for this right now.
    “What’s up Christian, I’m really busy right now,” I said shortly.
    “I know you’re mad at me…I know I know! Please just listen. I’m really sorry about last night. I can’t stop thinking about you. I miss you so much, and I am so sorry if I screwed things up,” he slurred on the other end of the line.
    “It’s ok Christian, don’t worry about it. Give me a day or two and everything will be fine. Just get some sleep, ok?”
    “I’m not tired! Can you come over? Please Skyy? I am so upset and just want to talk to you face to face,