{Prologue}
A freezing night in Stratford was always the best for the citizens whom lived along these streets.
It was quiet, and peaceful.
That's why they loved it.
So like any other human being who lived within these streets, you would see some people go for walks around the neighborhood, with children, pets, or couples.
It was a nice town.
Until things started to change over time.
The wind blew harder causing it to be more freezing then ever before.
But that wasn't the main reason people never walked outside at night again.
There were screams and cries heard, blood in random places, dead people, and most importantly.
The stare that came from Jason McCann.
Nobody knows what this boy looks like.
They only know that he has no family, and that he is 19 years old.
The people in the town would call him psycho, disgusting, depressed,and the big one was a
Demon.....
But the people would probably never say it to the young man's face.
Except one.
Brooklin Ann Marie .