Uncle Jack started talking his words mangled by the Alcohol as I looked into his eyes the light of the fire reflected in them, when he had finished the myth which was about a water horse, his eyes took on a haunted look becoming deep pools of sorrow and even as I looked on tears dripped down his face he took another long swig. Now, I knew because my parents told me something significant had happened in his life, something awful but because of my big mouth I had never been let in on it my brain buzzed with excitement I was finally going to hear a real story although seeing him in this state was very hard for me finally a real story. He started talking his eyes staring and piercing but also not really there I was conscious of only two things now the fumes of the alcohol and his voice as he dredged up his past with the help of the bottle. He said " he died Tom he died his eyes that were once sparkling were now as black as a scarab beetle." I said gently " who died Jack?" he replied the terror mounting behind his eyes now " Sam my best friend 25 years ago was found dead in a ditch in the forest you know shoutack wood he asked?" I replied yes it was hard to miss a massive area full of trees so dense." he spoke again his voice trembling slipping now " he was found with a look of terror on his face and his face was all blue but that was the only sign of violence... He continued shakily since them I have never been able to have another friend it hurts too much that is why I drink so much Tom because every night I see his blue face hovering in front of me the police never found out who it was... But I know I know far too well she had been disturbed Sarah did it..." At this he broke down his body trembling. I ran upstairs and he said" don't forget Tom she's in your blood."
