I'm a Fake

Prologue

Listening to the thunder storm, dead at night makes me smile.

Just the thought of a strip of lighting hitting a tree and that said tree crashing into a moving vehicle, just makes me happy.

I walk from the window to the staircase closet.

The red auburn door just stares at me, the golden door knob wanting to be touched, my fingers twitching; itching just to get down there.

This is me, I'm a fake, I am Edward A. Masen.

(Author Note- This is my first story, please review! I would love to continue this story!

The genres- horror, psychological, and humor. This will be in Edward's point of view 100% of the time. Thanks!

-AWA)