Frieghtmare | The Cursed Shadows

WARNING:SOME STRONG LANGUAGE
As I saw a figure in the polished window of reflection I saw an average heighted thirteen year old with long, black hair, blue eyes and a eye for adventure. Me. "Mom, where is my lunch money!" a voice would always call, that is my brother Jeremy he is the least organized person I have known. "It is in your bag honey," another would reply and that another would be my mother and my brother would empathetically respond "sorry," but this all stopped when we 'disappeared'.