I continued running through the forest until I was out in the park. I stopped to catch my breath and turned to check if he was following me.
There was nobody in sight. But the tales said they could smell us. And they were repelled with garlics and the crucifix.
I walked quickly through the park not bothering with my appearance. For once I didn't blame the people pointing at me. I was barefoot in my pyjamas, my hair probably a tangled mess.
The police was in my driveway when I got home. I opened the door and stood in the parlour. All eyes turned on me.
My father held my mother in his arms as she sobbed. The policeman held a notepad in his hands and my sisters sat side by side on the couch.
I ignored them and ran into the kitchen. Throwing open cupboards and drawers looking for the garl
