She was just ten when she started to live with her grandparents and she remembered just like it was yesterday an uncle of hers was said to be sick and possessed behind the forbidden door inside the devil's den. When he died some months later it was something that kept her wondering...But before he died, she sat by his door and knocked one clod evening. No one replied, loud enough to be heard clearly only muffled sounds then she heard-she heard the most croaked and crankiest of voice she has ever heard -the voice of someone leaving the living world whisper... "Katherine. When no one sees, enter and know my sweet darling. I am not a vampire, werewolf or ghost, but then again, I-I am...