Weird things have been happening in Isla for a while now.  Before I came here, there was an influx of supernaturals.  Vampires, fairies, witches…they all just seemed to flock here.  Probably to get away from the humdrum.  Cleo moved here a few years ago from Moonlight Falls.  There was no reason, she said.  Just a new lease on life and just wanted to move somewhere warmer.  

Cleo didn’t tell me until a year into our relationship that she was a witch.  She was scared that I would hate her forever.  But once she told me, it explained everything.  We always had apples, and sometimes she’ll tell me not to eat the purple ones.  I never knew why, but I just listened and didn’t eat the purple apples.  The red ones were good enough for me.

When we got our new place, all was normal.  The house was beautiful.  Then something strange happened.

"What the hell is that?" Cleo looked right at the strange thing suddenly in our yard.

"No idea, but I suggest leaving it be.  It doesn’t look like it is harmful, but can’t trust anything."

So we did.  Then we went up to our bedroom to admire it…