Long-buried bones have secrets to share – if you know how to read the message Freak is a nasty word, but many people in this small town have no trouble calling me a freak, or worse. The night my father was murdered and I was left for dead, I awoke with the ability to "sense" things. Touching certain items often gives me visions, sometimes horrifying ones. Most people here are afraid of that kind of thing - afraid of me.