midnight, laying on my bed, eyes wide open trying to sleep but my brain still trying to process the image of the marks appearing on my son it was like a lizard changing its skin for a moment it seems like his arm goes darker and darker every time i looked at them ... the background cries makes it even worse dad he's back dad he's back i thought i am recalling then scene yet there is my son rushing into my room eye fulled of tears dad tell him to leave me alone, he want me to follow him to the basement or else he wont stop burning me... son who?!!! ... dad uncle Mike.
