[ WP ] Throughout your childhood you are made fun of for `` making up your own language '' , till Earth is contacted by another race and you are the only one that understands them .

`` But mom, they really do exist! I learned how to speak to them... we need to be careful, they are getting mad. They are really mad...'' Child me said to you. 
 
 You had always thought I was such an imaginative boy, I knew better. When I was a kid I would talk to the shadows for fun, imagining a parallel universe. If the truth had only been that simple, that nice. One day, they started talking back. Only a little at first, and nothing I could understand. Making that contact with something new frightened me as much as it excited me. I had to learn more, I had to KNOW. 
 
 I did learn how to speak the language and time passed. For years I talked to them, the shapeless beings that lived in shadows. I learned that they lived with us, never interacting directly but still there. They loved `` games'', or what they considered games. They would steal a sock, move something someone loved, eat pets if they ventured out of sight, open doors, and made parts of buildings make noises. 
 
 I guess they were the things of stories, and they were just as diverse as humans. I realized that the one I talked to was young, as young as I was. She told me that the old ones were getting mad, the world was being damaged and their people were dieing out. The worst part was humans were the cause. 
 
 Now it is fifteen years later, I am a student as a very nice college ( Who am I kidding, it's a tiny town and a no-name college ). She visited me recently, she might still be here. They are done being in the shadows, the monsters are coming out to play. I can hear them yelling orders to each other outside, they are killing everyone. I do n't have a lot of time, you might not either, since there really is no other place to hide. 
 
 I just wanted you to know. 
 
 Love, 
 Your son
