I mean every fact was true.
And believe me, I know such a thing as a fact. Paranormal things fascinated me.
I mean I have always believed in trolls and unicors, and goblins and don't we always hope that vampires and werewolves exist?
I believe I did so. But that is just rubbish.
But even though the facts was true, seeing it with my own eyes was so unrealistic.
But maybe it was true. I didn't know where to put my faith.
In the things I believed in, which still seemed untrue and weird, or to the real world, were everything was just black and white and they didn't know anything of what hid under other peoples skin?
I really didn't know. It seemed to good to be true.
I mean that it really existed, not that I suddenly was a part of it.
I had a great imagination and believed in fantasy, but I am still some sort of realist, that had great trouble with realising the real facts and understanding that not everything was fantasy.
Something might out to be true.