Paris, France, its about 2:00 A.M, October 13, 1936. Friday. I'm in a deep sleep, dreamless sleep, jolted awake by a loud crash. A sea of darkness engulfs me
'how can this happen,' I think, 'the clock wasn't even half-way through!'
I look to the bed beside mine. Empty.I know it's useless to fight the abyss, its like quicksand, the more you fight the faster you I fight. I only say one thing before falling into the abyss.
"John you idiot." then its black.
I hear bad things happen on Friday the thirteenth especially in October. I could never have expected this. My contractor going out without me and being killed. This is the second time.
Sorry, my first few chapters are usually short.