>You come home late at night to a pitch black house.
>Before your eyes can adjust to the darkness you flick on the lights.
>What the.
>A scene of pure destruction greets your sight.
>What looks to be the remnants of your new kindle Ebook is scattered in pieces throughout the living room.
>The plastic cover is left as nothing more than sharp jagged shards.
>The circuit board appears to have been beaten to smithereens and tossed about the room.
>Pointy little teeth marks cover the battery as if it had been angrily chewed on.
>You wonder how the intruder managed to escape without cutting themselves on the fragments of glass which used to be the screen.
>Dents surround the drywall from where it appeared to have been violently thrown against in pure rage.
>Why?
>Suddenly you hear a scurrying sound coming from downstairs.
>You panic and grab your shotgun from the closet that you keep handy for situations like this.
>Quietly you sneak downstairs. 
>You look to see a strange equine like creature with tufted ears, slit eyes…bat wings…
>And it’s wearing a pair of glasses.
>What. The. Fuck.
>The creature had in its hooves a musty old book you had stashed away in a cardboard box years ago.
>It was sniffing at the pages and lovingly caressing the paper against its cheek.
>A soft affectionate noise was coming from deep within its chest.
>“eeee…e…eeee…”
>It sounded kind of cute.
>You assumed it was a female judging by the petite frame and ponytail. 
>As you turn to flip on the lights to confront this strange being her ears flick and she turns to look directly at you.
>Letting out a high pitched shriek the creature tears a page from the book, stuffs it into her mouth and takes a flying leap over your head.
>You chase after her but she manages to fly out an open window and disappear into the darkness of the night.
>Years later you’re known as the crazy old man who always tells the story of the time he saw the New Jersey Devil in his house smelling his books.