Fog crept over the mountain, like an assassin ,sneaking up on its target. The target was the the little town of Lake Willow. A town where no one ever visited and no one ever left. A town where all houses looked the same, and the locals knew each by name. To some this was home.

To me it was a grim reminder of a world i wish to forget. I used to visit Lake Willow every holiday. After my parents went their separate ways, I got stuck with my Dad, who to be honest, couldnt give a fuck about anything or anyone other than his Cock. So This is Where i would flee, when the summer sun started to set fire to the sky. My Grand dad would always pick me up from the train station with old Volvo. I can still smell the tabco leave adorn the leather seats. He would always be there, thats one thing I could always count on. Until… I couldn’t