• He slammed his fist againts the fence. He swore that the things he had seen were not of his imagination, but that of flesh and blood. Not one person understood him, that or did not care to listen. The nightmares as a child still circle and grip his very mind.

    Who or what could these demons be? The madness inside of him grows every day. The bright sun lit world that is morning can only hold off the madness. For night it's self brings fear and gruesome actions that one can not repent.

    This story holds a lesson that will not be known untill it is at its end. One man's madness, is a readers roller coaster ride into the very dephs of hell. This is the unseen world of man's darkest desires. Welcome, keep all hands inside the car at all times. hmm hmm hmm hmm...