It’s dark and it only grows darker. The sounds of footsteps ascending the stairs now grow louder as they approach my door. A shadow appears from underneath the door, most likely belonging to him. The footsteps have stopped right outside my door and now a loud deep pounding begins, for he now knows where I am. Why is he here? Why has he come? I kept my end of the deal, just as I promised. I suppose that doesn’t matter now. He now begins his assault on the one and only thing separating him from me and I fear I do not have much time before my room is breached. I fear this may be the end of me…dear lord he has broken through. He stands in the doorway tall and shrouded in long black robes. He holds a weapon, it appears to be a scythe, but it is dark and I am frozen with fear. He draws ever closer, reaching out his cold boney hand to grab me. This is it. My demise is near and if you are reading this I want to make whomever is reading this aware that I kept my promise. My promise that my soul would be up for auction if I did not do everything in my power to save that child. I did what I could, even if it was not much. I didn’t break my promise. I. Did. Not. Break. My. Promise……I’m sorry dear child….I’m sorry my dearest daughter…