It was cold and dark, the place was foggy and the stench made me want to puck.

There was a very evil melody playing behind me, slowly I turned around and came face to face with my father he pushed me backwards and I fell on a sharp stick that ran right trough my shoulder.

Suddenly I jumped up to fine it was just a dream. I tried to turn when I felt my shoulder hurting.

Quickly I jumped off my bed to fine my father who has been dead for 2 years due to getting knocked in the head while molesting me standing in the door way with the head of my mother in his left hand.