Living and dying, growing up and growing old, trailer parks and haunted houses, plus the occasional alien invasion... all a part of my childhood, all a part of me growing older.All a part of me dying, Childhood dreams, first love and serial killers... also a part of me growing up, growing older, and regretting the past.Decisions not made... promises not kept, I was sixteen when Stacie died. She was the love of my life, blond hair and blue-eyed;the most amazing smile ever. Stacie changed my life, made me the man I am today, taught me how to love- until the day Crowley, lunatic and serial killer, found her and stole her away from me- from the world.Until the day I died They say that love can reach from beyond the grave; can evil do the same?