I was only 5 when my parents died.It was in derby.The police say it was a theft.I beg to differ.When I was 8,I know this sounds horribale but I went to dig up my parents.Only to find starnge bite marks implaced on their necks.Not only that but their face's were all rinkely.I heard someone coming so I hid.I hid in my dad's coffin.The caretaker seen the dug up bodies and placed them back in their china made coffins.With me still in.As he layed the mud on the coffins I began to loose breath.My vision going all blury.Then I felt something vibrate it was my dads phone.I took a deep breath and reached down his pocket.I grabbed the phone and answered it.
"It is time to die then you will fly but suddenly drop for your head to pop."
I looked at the phone and the battery flickered.Then it went dead.It was pitch black.I droped the phone and shouted "SHIT!"
But out of nowhere glowing red eyes poped up infront of me.Its mouth opened and took a plunge at my neck.After about 10 minutes I faded away.My new life began.
