This story is about a boy named "Soda Pop Green" who lost his daddy when he was verily 9 months old in 1931 in Mississippi. Then by the power of something or someone greater than himself he returns to his boy Soda Pop and as his daddy said, "sometimes we come back." A miracle of God or fate only you can make the final decision. The life of "Soda Pop" Green

#1 in Horror - 11/17/15 "Shhh, don't make a sound." I feel a grip around my neck feeling his hot breath on my ear. "Or I'll kill you here and now." He whispers as I felt something sharp on the side of my waist that was piercing the surface of my skin. My heart pounds heavily my breathing became strained causing me to exhale faster and heavier. We stood inside my bedroom feet away from my sleeping husband he pulls me closer to his body moving backwards to the hallway. I could only follow hoping that my life would be spared. Suddenly, we stopped by the edge of the staircase. "You're mine." He whispers in a hoarse tone placing a kiss on my cheek hitting me on the head with the back of the knife. I was seeing double. I was feeling dizzy, everything was spinning. I felt like I was in slow motion groaning at the pain looking down the stairs. That's the last thing I see before I black out. A/N: WARNING, there is profanity, gory scenes and mild sexual content throughout the book. For all you grammar nazi's. This is by no means a final draft. There are many errors and I'll get to them. Don't read if you find my grammar shitty. Lmao.

Flatbush, Kentucky was a quiet assuming little town where not much ever happened until the January 20th of 2017. My name is Nick Storm and I am about to become the last person in existence without as much as a warning to this event.