In this horror short, a father and son must come to terms with their tumultuous history, devastating family loss, and a past that will not stay buried. Memories are slippery, violent things and lying to one's self can be deadly.

My name is Safa Abhienara. I have a perfect life, I have a good parents and loving. But it all changed when I turned 16, my parents are divorced and I turned into a wild child. Every night I went to a night club and I'm away from my parents. Trust me, at that time I just wanted to rebel with my parents, because my father went to Singapore and my mother busied himself in office. I don't even know what was happening to me right now. I'm lucky to have 3 friends are very fond me, they are Anton, Kate, and Porter. They would any accompany me to go to night club or go to place where I can scream and vent all of my emotions. On their shoulders also a place where I can cry because my parents and what happened to me over the years. They are not a lot of demand but many told me to get it over. But in the end all changed when I feel in love with my bestfriend, he who had been trying to get me to escape from all the my bad activity. And I love him very much. Safa Abhienara.

Short story collection. They gather in the dark: those who did not traverse to face their judgement when their mortal shells expired. It is within these darkest regions that the veil to the mortal realm is weakest. Sentinels stand at each of the seven gates, commanded by the gods to guard against the spirits that try to break out of Akasha. But there are some who manage. Many come seeking closure, demanding retribution for wrongs done onto them by their mortal brethren. No longer visible, they collate shadows, merging with the darkness to assume corporeal form that allows them to move among you, yet remain hidden; at least until it's too late to do anything more than beg for mercy. For darkness taints even the purest of souls.