It was the day that I was going to meet my uncle. My mum never talks about him. She always says that he has serious problems. So,my dad decided to take me to his house secretly.

 I was so happy, I hadn't been so happy before! We arrived at a big white building which had barbed wire around it and there was a big sign with big letters – but I couldn't read it -.

 We got inside but it was full of colorless people, like they were zombies.My dad was walking faster and I lost him. I was afraid and I felt like I was in the middle of no where. I saw man who was looking at me with his yellow glowing eyes. He beckoned me to follow him. We went into a room,probably it was his. He took a bottle of whiskey and drank it. I couldn't see anything bad about him because I was only a child. The only thing I was seeing was a dirty, drunk men with curly, black hair who I thought might know where my dad was.

 Suddenly, he opened a drawer and after one second, I indeed knew where my dad was,in his hands, actually a part of him, dad's head was in his hands.My dad's blood was dripping, like my tears ,all over the floor. The man approched me with a drill and he aimed it at me. I started screaming, but I was in a bedlam.No one was going to care about my safety.I could understand from his gaze that he was enjoying killing people.I thought that it was all my dad's fault or my uncle's… WAIT! Where was my uncle? He could save me. He had problems too,but he could save me! Oh my God! I noticed a poster on the wall with a painting of a person on it.. Actually,it was looking like skin..real skin… people's skin! It reminded me of my mum's skin,red,freckled skin,so I understood that on this poster was stuck the skin of my dead uncle because I had heard that he had had the same colour skin as my mum. That was my last thought before I felt my head pierced. The pain was killing me,I fell down and I was almost dead. This ''monster''-murderer didn't let me die so quickly,he continued hitting my stomach. A last tear rolled down my face to the floor,then it was the end.

POSTSCRIPT: The only good thing that there is when you are a ghost is that you can still write stories and send them to people. Also, you can curse people and you can organise revenge on them. You will see what I mean….

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