There once was a little girl... She and her older brother lived with their true parents til she was about 3.  From  before her birth til her fathers death in this life..her parents were at war with one another.  She never knew them to be kind to one another...if they were she has no recollection because she was an infant.  She had many visions at this young delicate age of 3.  Many visitors in the spirit realm came to see her in the night. Once she heard voices downstairs and she peeked down the steps and saw ghosts sitting around her wooden round dinner table.  Another time she woke from chanting her heard outside.  She walked into her parent's room frightened but they were nowhere to be found.. The window was open, and the lacy white curtain was blowing in the breeze.  The chanting was loud and coming from outside in the field.  She looks and sees these glowing red fire people hitting at the earth with hatchets or axes. In the midst of the parents war..after much confusion, violence, sadness, bitterness, pain, and devastation between them..her father takes the two children without the mother's knowing and runs away with them... The mother is devastated, and feeling powerless eventually gives up trying to be a good mother as she falls into despair and depression.  The girl grows up without a true mother, but raised by someone she very much considered to be the wicked witch of the west from the Wizard of Oz movie.  She even thought she looked like her.  She would never treat the girl as her own, and acted somewhat jealous toward her.  She wanted her own daughter, and once she had given birth to her boy and girl she always made it a point to let everyone know that they were "not her children".  The girl grew up longing for a love that could never be satisfied..a need for emotional comfort..to be nurtured.  It's as if she suffered from a broken heart at age three.

 There was one she would see often.  He called himself the Judge.  He would come to her window outside of the home, and call her name..til she woke from her sleep and came to the window.  She would sit on the sill between the curtain and glass in her secret hiding place and look down at him.  His eyes glowed red.  He would ask her questions and they would talk.  He would say to her "Why don't you come down here?"  One time he asked her to do so..she replies " I can't..." He says "yes you can" his head looking up at her...his cape swirling ...his eyes red glowing..... His arms reach up into the air..suddenly she slips through the glass as if she is a ghost and she is upside down in the air falling in slow motion toward the demon..spinning...spinning closer closer...til her eyes are right in front of his, and then she sits straight up in bed...but it wasn't a dream.  Just another night... 

All of her childhood she is haunted by a dark presence.  As she grew older the night visions became less and less frequent.  There were nights she would wander in a sleep state afraid...searching for someone to keep her safe, but only her cat to comfort and protect.  The fear that consumed her at night was thick like a fog that hung over her in her bedroom every night.  She could feel something watching her from her windows at night always.  When she would go to bed she would pull her covers over herself so tightly leaving only a hole for her nose to breathe as if it were to shield her from the darkness that lingered.  ......there's more...