I have no memory of my life until I was 5. Sometimes I have strange dreams and I think maybe I'm remembering my early life but when I wake up it I forget it all. When I was 8 and odd thing happened to me. I remember this extraordinarily well considering I don't remember much before that. On halloween I was out trick or treating. I was dressed as a witch in a old black dress. A bunch of kids outside my school were crowded around a house they claimed was haunted. I didn't believe in ghosts or anything do I agreed I'd go knock on the door for a good share in their candy. If I'd have know what awaited me inside I would have at least asked for a lot more candy. But I was proud. I said I wasn't afraid of anything. Inside the house I was supposed to go up stairs and stand on the balcony to prove I'd done it. The floor boards creaked below me and the wind blew through the house making the rafters shake. None of this bothered me, in fact for the first time in my life I felt strangely at home. Then I heard it. A voice, calling to me. It didn't call me by name but it didn't need to because what it meant was obvious. I followed it but I was cut off suddenly. I heard yelling and thumping and for the first time since I'd entered the house I was scared. I didn't yell or make any kind of noise. I just froze up. I guess I should have run because the next thing I knew the door beside me flew open and something horrible flew out. Its was tall and skeletally thin and holding no particular shape. Then suddenly it became solid. It was wearing a long dark cloak and its hair was falling into its face. It looked up and I was teeth and fangs dripping with blood. I stood frozen in place wishing I could run.

"Gaia" It rasped, "you fool" it laughed harshly and swooped down on me. I fell to te ground and when I awoke it was light out. You can imagine how I ran from the house. The children had never seen me on the balcony so they all thought I'd been chicken and gone home shows what they know.