There is a time that comes in every single person’s life, no one is immune from it, that you see someone you love as the worst being on the face of the planet.  It happens to all of us, it does not last long, but it does happen.  None of us want this to happen, who wants to hate someone they love so dearly?  At this moment in time, after what Jackson did, after I tell you what he did, you will understand how I had this feeling.It all happened so fast, to be honest.  There was no time for any of us to respond to what he thought was the right thing to do.  Telling the story now, even as dead as I am, my heart still hurts from that moment.  More than how horrible I felt when I found out my mom hit a child with a car, killed him, and left the scene.  It is the worst I have ever felt.  Jackson made a decision and performed an action, he was scared, and he acted out, it was a mistake, but he did not see it as that in the heat of the mo

I could not hold my curiosity back from taking a peek at the filthy, old three-ringed binder.  I sincerely wish I had; I was not in the right mental space to read what I had just read.  Gaining the knowledge that was hidden away inside of that binder was more of a curse than it was a blessing.  The way I thought about life, in general, changed dramatically from that point on, nothing would ever be the same again. Written in ink on a hardened piece of lined notebook paper, I read the following: ‘Today, September 23rd, 1976, I met a few young women that claimed they had been in an accident.  Linda Ericson, approximately eighteen years old, Sandra Tannell, approximately twenty-four years old, and Wanda Williams, approximately twenty-eight years old, were in the old Sander’s coffee shop talking amongst themselves.  I was studying up on my favorite subject, which will remain nameless because it is so obvious, especially if someone other than m

Todd was in very severe pain, whatever was attacking him was clearly making sure this event was filled with pure pain and horrific suffering.  With his pant leg ripped from its seam, Todd’s burn wound throbbed and pulsed with an alerting rhythm.  His body was being manipulated by something, some sort of demon that we could not put our eyes on.  This put the three of us at a severe disadvantage. It had become very obvious that we needed to act fast, but we had to act efficiently.  Flying off the hinges would almost certainly result in a catastrophic failure, that was absolutely unacceptable.  All we came here to do was secure demon Sarah where no one would think to find her and we ended up being attacked by an old demon woman, demon wolves, a huge mimicking demon, and I killed a man.  This could not have gone any worse, except for some sort of death on our end. Now was not the time for reflection though, Todd needed us, and it was looking

Todd was back amongst the living, standing with Jennifer and Jackson, as all three of them stared at me with the fire of one thousand suns.  I am certain that not one of them had any idea why I was motivated to trade my life for Todd’s but it was not their concern.  The main concern now was to stay alive just long enough to eliminate Mrs. Tannell and destroy the portal to hell that resided in her living room. Through all of this, the killing, the death, the pain, the suffering, it had come to me out of the blue that Mrs. Tannell must be provoking these attacks, especially if she knew I had killed Sarah Macly, her lone granddaughter, she would have all the motivation in the world to make my life a living hell.   The end was drawing near, not only for me, but for Mrs. Tannell as well.  It was time to end this, once and for all.  On