°•Ω Charles W. I. Ω•°

It was a quiet night in the cemetery, and the dead were ready to rise.The calm atmosphere filled my lungs with fresh forest air.The city cemetery is a place of many myths and mysteries associated specifically with me. Annoying children. Their imagination is running wild and that’s why I refuse to be a hero of this world of graves.Walking around my possessions, I saw a dim light in the distance. It was not difficult for me to get there in the blink of an Eye. There I saw a man who was engaged in a seance.

So how is it?

I just laughed at this stupid act.

I put children from the cemetery so that I can later drag them into my basement and have fun. A difficult childhood. Has magical powers.