Eyewitness Report

When I was born, my family lived in a big old two-story white house in downtown Boise, Idaho. My life was safe, secure and innocent. As a child I loved to read and write stories. I was the youngest of six children, and by my ninth birthday all of my siblings were grown-up and gone from the house. Sadly, I was the last child left in our huge family home, and I was forced to spend most of my time alone. Both of my parents worked, so I would sit in my room for hours and just write about anything I could think of. Then one horrifying night I witnessed something out my bedroom window that would change my life forever.
D. L. Jacobson