My name is Kathleen "Katie" Wilis and I died in 1842. I was only 16 years old when I died, I was young, wild and stupid. The day I died was the day that I met him, he was something that my whole village was scared about, but I was not. He was the animal who hunted us. I never thought that being 16 years old for a life time wouldn't be difficult, but it has been the hardest "life time" for me.All Rights Reserved