Fae

What you can see, I can see too.

The way that light bounces off the edges sometimes. The circles of mushrooms that crop up in the rare patches of dirt overnight. They stay til the full moon, then poof! Gone without a trace. Nobody remembers the people who stepped within the circles.

What you can see, I can see too.

The way that some of the children in town aren't quite right. Not anymore. One day they were quiet and sickly, the next they're eyes are bright and full of mischief that their mothers don't seem to see. People ignore the fact that they break things now. That they bite the other children when they fight. That the children they bite change too.

What you can see, I can see too.

And we hide when the moon is full, because the Fae know.