~Prologue~
I just have to say I suck at writng this kind of thing. Its pretty much going to be way to exciting and there is going to be a lot of swearing and profanity so if your not into lemons and the like I Would suggest closing this now. If your still reading then good for you.
My story because when I moved to my new home in the UK. It was a little run down. But I had no choice but to call it home. I couldn't help recalling my mom's shout at me saying it was my fault and that she wished I had never been born. I had run out that day without looking back.
I was only 18 and I needed a place to crash the landlord said I could stay here but I had to find a job by summer's end. That gave me 2 months. Joy. this should be fun.
I had shaken off those memories and stared up at the gate of Kong studios. They apparently were looking for someone to clean the building. I wasn't sure I wanted to go anywhere near this place though. Cause' Apparently it's haunted. But I grew up in New York City. If I can deal with New Yorkers I sure as Hell Could deal with a couple of ghosts. But I would later realize it wasn't the ghosts and undead I needed to be worried about. Instead I should've have been worried about the buildings inhabitants.
"Well this should be fun!" I mummered sarcastically to myself.
