Evil Is Just A Point Of View!

Nine years back, when I was being hanged for a crime I never did, I didn’t knew that one day, I’m going to be something, everyone is scared of. I never knew that I’ll haunt the place I died for and protect my illusion of revenge.


Huh! Now when I’m a living dead, I often laugh at my memories, the days I used to believe that dead don’t exist.

Now, when they scream, hearing me at the doorway, it contends me. I laugh!