Chapter 1

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 1934, the walls squealed the doors creaked, the loneliness of the house abandoned and broken,


 the stained windows, the burnt furniture, the wood snapped and melted. Painful screams 

sprawled throughout the house, or what was left of it at least. Yelling, hurtful noise spilling 

through the floorboards the regenerated ticks of the clock roughly impaired and disassembled. 

Shadows moved and voices whispered, deadly sense, repulsive taste, the distinguished 

memories of the children could be heard, the dreams, the moments, the air cold and black. 

Deathly hollows, nightmares filling, stench smelt and conjuring. Shattered glass, tinted stains, 

brown muck and liquid goo, frightening nature, immaturity, echoes speckled grossly patted, 

streaks of color lay ghostly against, body parts disfigured rotten and stewed. Killer spirit souls 

splattered, murmurs disaster plated, incredulous. Desires to murder, darkness, slitting throats, 

superstitions happily ever after. Coming back to the days of death I am hatred, I am hell, be 

afraid, avoid me but don't ignore, I am your darkest shadow, the nightmare is real. It is years 

past since my brothers and sisters have passed gone. Years and years since I saw the blood 

trickle down their spines, their blood boiling as they fell to the ground. Watched their joy turn to 

terror, their cries turn to screams. With me a 15 year old boy, I was the oldest of the four. A 

beaten boy but a man in what case my mother and father had called me. I was young and so was

 I reckless, but I was still human and as were those of who killed my family. This darkness that 

envelops me, this wicked I am embellished in, I am Kailo, I am broken but with new pieces, I am

 shattered but with new reasons to come back from what had happened, upon my revenge I 

write and I turn to kill, but hear my story, hear my call, I am in ruins, the devil guarding me, but 

God still on my side. the power reins the people still falter, let no head be held in hands of 

weeping eyes, let no ears be tempted in luck of errant whisper, Hades has killed and he will kill 

again, not this day will I let so happen, only I get the next turn. Should I be something else, I 

know I'm someone I'm not, but you know it hurts me, I'm scared I'm only a teenager. Stop 

playing with my mind, stop making me confused, I'm frustrated, you put me in so much pain, no 

one answers my prayers no one answers my calls to rescue, I feel alone, the darkness has 

corrupted my soul, it's embellished me to the bottom of an abyss. Can't you find me? Can't you 

take me home?


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