It was Tuesday night. Everything was like it used to be. I was sitting in the living room watching TV, while my mom and dad was at their dancing lessons. I could have been there dancing tango or polka if I wanted too, but I was a 12 year old boy with the whole life in front of me, I could not risk that somebody saw me. And I didn’t really care about dancing anyway. That were for girls, I liked to do boys stuff. Like sitting at the computer, play football or simply just chill out at the sofa, like now… I was a completely normal kid.
It was only one thing. I was really, and then I mean really, easy scared and I thought nearly everything and everyone had something scary on their minds. Once I thought I heard a hungry monster under the terrace, when it just was the neighbors’ cat. And other time I thought that an old lady at the boutique was a witch that wanted to put me in her big pitch with sup.
That were a really big problem right now, cause it was nobody else than me in the house. So I sat in our big, comfortable sofa and tried to focus at my homework, and not on witches, monsters, vampires or evil dwarfs.