My luck has always been bad; my good luck ran out when i was just two.  There was no god for me. I stopped beveling a long time ago. There were no angels for me - there was only the demons that haunted my life.

when i was 3 i was standing at the bottom off the stairs when all off a sudden a wight  shadow came flying down the stars singing a silent tune it when t like this : 

here i come you better run run run run.

i still her that tune today wist i am asleep i see this shadow standing in my door why i tern to face the wall then i here a soft deep voice slowly singing  

here i come you better run run run run

it still scars me u live in a big house with my mum and dad and i have to cuboids on a full moon the darkness comes for me it comes out though my cuboids and though my doors it climes the wall and across the floor when ever it gets close to me it gets fast and faster as if its trying to swallow me up i see a face coming out off the darkness it scars me.with every step close the song gets louder and i have flash backs from when i was a baby me and my twin were lying on a floor as the darkness surrounds us then two people  come and pick us up and carry us to a hospital i never saw my sister again ..