It started young,the itch, for many it does. For me I believe it was one of the youngest in my family, it had all started with my great grandfather Clark after the war to end all wars he, at 18 had gotten the itch after experiencing PTSD, nightmares, and flashbacks. He was the first man to get the itch in my family, then went his wife died young by murder, the murderer being my great grandfather, claiming it to be the Itch's fault not his. His ghastly aching itch drove him to madness. My grandpa, who was six at the time of the death of his mother, was the next to go, not his two sisters but him. It seemed to only appear in males. The itch came that year, 6months later to be precise when the got relocated to a home in Nashville where the food was mighty fine but the husband was mighty cruel.
Grandpa would recall stories of hearing screaming from the Miss's room all night and then he would approach their door, as if it was a warning to all the kids fast asleep that he would be in to torture and scar their young lives. That's when grandpas first itch came, the 405th day of living in hell grandpa finally gave into the itch and scratched and scratched at this incurable itch until final he took some medicine to help the pain and made his way to the husbands gun collection and stumbled back up the stairs and to the mans door pushed it open; quietly and tightly held the gun up and shot four shots all in his head. He wouldn't shoot a single bullet into the wife or his siblings. But when she heard the shots she woke up and screamed and cried. He was so confused he thought he helped her get rid of this horrible gruesome devil . She screamed and cried until her lungs gave out. She was terrified by him.
