"It saw me." James could not believe the words that came off his own mouth, but it was the only explanation he could provide to the receptionist on the Cryptid hunting agency.
"I'm sorry, Sir, I'm afraid I don't understand what you want me to do." The woman behind the desk dismissively apologized.
"Please, send someone. I need help, it's driving me insane." James begged.
"Let me see, according to our registry several hunters have been dispatched to your home on several occasions and haven't found anything," The receptionist skimmed through several pages of reports from different hunting parties then continued. "have you tried looking for help somewhere else?"