It was about midnight when I went out to look at the moon. It lingered high above, so round and bright that it lit up all below. Despite the warm feeling I get from the moon, I had a strange feeling that I was being watched. I made my way back inside to find my grandfather staring out the window in the living room.

“Sorry I woke you. I was just…”

“Its okay Jen. It wasn’t you it was the… the weather.”

He seemed hesitent to say that it was the weather. Why, I don’t know. Iremember the weather being like this once before, about sixteen years ago. A week before my bothers sixteenth brithday. Could the weather have had something to do with his disapperents.

“Jen, I think its time for you to go to bed. Go now.” He demaned.

I turned and headed up the stairs. I could hear that the wind had picked up, then a loud bang on the door.The floor was no longer under my feet. I looked at my grandfather as he opened the door.

“Its nice to see you again my grandson”

Grandson? Could it be my bother?”