Lets start from the beginning. My name is Seamus Hudson and I am 17 years old. I lived in Dublin with my girlfriend Anne Gladstone. We moved into our flat in the centre of Dublin 9 months ago. I used to live in a town outside Dublin called Kilcoole. That is where I noticed things starting to happen. I was only 9 at the time but that is when I first saw it. A shadow that would flick across my wall whenever I went to sleep. It would keep me awake. It was the shape of a young girl, not to far away from my age at the time. I could tell by the flowing hair of the shadow, a long streak that appeared behind her head. I could also tell by the dress. It was baggy on her so would sway when she, or her shadow, would flit across my wall opposite my bed. Then the most shocking and disturbing event of my life happened. My parents and sister died in a car crash and I was the only one to survive. We were travelling at 40 mph down the dark country roads at midnight and a thick fog had pulled in from the Irish Sea. Mother had been driving. My Father was sitting in the front seat beside my mother and behind him was my sister. I sat in the middle of the car with no seatbelt on. I was what was known as the rebel of the family. My Father had been moaning at me for an hour to put my seatbelt on and in the end he just said "on your head be it.". That's when the car hit us. It must have been doing the same speed as us as it completely destroyed both cars. The front bonnet was ripped off and both cars were completely crushed. I was flung out of the front window and soared all the way through the other cars front window and out the back. On the way, my back caught on a piece of mangled metal and left a gash from the bottom to the base of my neck. I landed on my face and skidded along the Tarmac causing my face to have terrible burns all down the left side. Now whenever the sun is out I have to walk in the shadow. I am just an ugly monster who roams the streets of Dublin now. The impact of hitting the floor knocked me out.
When I awoke, I checked out the accident. The car that had hit ours was a red BMW. I could only tell by the badge as the car was mangled. The thing that I found strange was there was blood everywhere but no body. Had they ran away? I walked around to see if the driver had been flung from his car like myself for not wearing a seatbelt. I wish I hadn't looked. The site that greeted me scared me beyond anything. I was looking into my dead mothers eyes. The problem was she had no body. Her head was lying before me beside the car, her face still frozen in a look of shock. The first tear rolled down my cheek. I turned to our car to be even more horrified. My father, or what was left of him, was beyond recognition. I couldn't tell an arm from a leg. I won't even describe my sister as it brings floods of tears back to my eyes. Blue lights were flashing and I realised the ambulance and police had arrived, and in the distance a man in a long coat with burning red eyes who had been watching the incident took one last look at me and turned his back and walked away
