She said, “I don’t believe in ghosts or monsters — but when the moon is full, there's a soft dark creature around here, almost like an owl with hands. It likes to be on the roof.”
I laughed, I thought she was making fun. She gave me that look, and went into the apartment, the door going BANG.
But then I looked, and saw on the eves. Little smudges. Like fingerprints.
“Thise marks could be from anything.” I said.
“Sure, anything.” is what she said on the other side of the door.
