Wicked Little Things

Because some things are better left to the dark than the light. That's what my mom always told me growing up I never realized how right she could be, especially when you realize that the darkness isn't around you; it's inside you. She always told me that being an alcoholic look under the bed and see that there is no monster and sometimes you just have to fucking hide.

Riley Platt is my name and I was adopted after my mom died of liver complications at 39 when I was 8. Since then I had tried to make contact with her ghost by any means possible until one day I discovered in college that doing it alone was a one man stan but together you had more power. I had searched for something deeper, with more meaning and I had came across black magic and from there I recruited a couple of what I playfully labeled family. It all worked out pretty well in our favor until my girlfriend of three years, Amy had broke it off with me for a hotter and jock version of me... an all star American football player on his way to the big leagues. It upset me so bad that in order to attempt to win her love back we had kidnapped her one night and that's when things went wrong... so fucking wrong.
It's what happens when you love someone and care so much about something it's the inability to forgive and forget that would end in a tragic and twisted fate.