Fantasy Drabble #77 “Inheritance”

I can only see them when I’m wearing Great Aunt Vi’s locket, the one she left me in her will. She never talked about it, never mentioned its special properties to me. Though, I rarely saw her as she almost never left her apartment.

They’re everywhere: the bus driver with the horns on the route between school and Ron’s house; the lady with the jet-black skin and glowing blue eyes who lives downstairs; Professor Milch and his tail and odd sulfur smell. When I’m not wearing the locket they all look perfectly normal.

I don’t go out much anymore either.

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