Introduction
All my life I remember seeing ghosts. Only few have this “gift”. But to me it’s all a curse. Usually this power is locked away until you are ready. By the time you are four you start seeing things no ordinary human can. I didn’t know what they were. What they wanted. I was scared of them terribly so. But that day it happened I was afraid of myself.
I can remember it all too clearly almost as if it had happened yesterday, not eight years ago. I can never forget that day. It still haunts me in my dreams. My mother and fathers sad death, that day all I saw was blood, red, wet, gushing blood. Everyone says it was an accident. But they’re wrong. If you look at it one way it was an accident. I didn’t know. I didn’t intent to kill anyone. But in another it wasn’t.
Don’t read this if you deny things you can’t see. I see the unseen. I see more then you could ever imagine. This is my story. The story of the twelve year old “murderer”, my name is Senna, Senna Frost.
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