I know this may be hard to comprehend but I was kidnapped by the devil's son. I remember like it was yesterday I was on the phone with the guy I loved, Trevor. It was pouring outside and then the lights out went out. I remember looking out the wondow and seeing that every body else had electricity except for us, my mom and I. I was home alone that night with a dead cell phone. When I heard noises from downstairs I thought that my mother was home. I walked outside of my room and there the figured stood staring at me, all I could see was a tall dark figure. When the lightning flashed I saw it's hand with sharp nails; just like cat woman; sounds cheesy I know but I liked to read comics. The lightining flashed again this time I saw nothing. I couldn't move, I couldn't talk. I was handcuffed, my feet too; even my head was restricted; even to this day I have no clue what was wrapped around my neck. I tried to scream but nothing came out. The smell of smoke overwelmed my nose and then dark, I was sleeping. I remember waking up, not chained; I felt free. I scooted back when I saw the figure.
