"A few days ago I was just some socially awkward kid whose Mom died in a freak accident and a deadbeat Dad who got his hands wiped clean of me the first chance he got. Now you're telling me some killer from the 40's wants to finish what he started. This is, this is so messed up." He said hysterically as he stared at the pale woman sitting atop the cursed vanity table. Ghostly blood dripped from her red soaked dress, droplets pelting the floor, disappearing seconds later, the floor not stained with the liquid. Charcoal lips stretched thinly, china-like white skin cracked, crystal-blue eyes as dazzling as the transparent object suggested. Black paint daubed around her eyes, shaped as diamonds, reminding him of a clown.
He supposed, Freak Show performers were rather similar.
"You say messed up, I say an opportunity."
Tyler Forrester was content with being the silent sufferer...too bad the supernatural world wanted more.
Trigger warning: self harm, homosexuality, drugs use etc
In this book, you'll get a behind the scenes look at how your favorite characters were born, my creative process, and the dirty details never before revealed.
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