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   That was the last thing I remember, heard, or thought.  When I finally regained my consince, I was sitting on the couch watching the evening news.  The date the news station showed was at least a week later.

   I sat there trying to remeber everything.  I remebered the handsome Sempiternal and the blackness of his hair that match his eyes, his strang greeting, and the feeling I had felt twords him.  

   That's when one of the most famous sayings in the world hit me: Eyes, the window to the soal.  That's why I didn't like him.  His eyes had an evilish blackness to them.

   I looked around the room.  Something was tugging at the edges of my mind, something very important.  Maybe my sister could help me figure out what it is.  "Tammy! Can you come here for a sec?"

   All that answered me was silence.  That was very unusal.  I at least get a copmlaint from her.  I walked to my sister's room.  The door was off the hengs and looked like it had been jammed back into place.

   The hairs on the back off my neck started to rise.  The tugging in my mind grew stronger and I knew I was getting closer to soliving my problem.

   I struggled to get the door open and splinters filled my fingers.  I ripped the door out of the door way once I got a good grip.  It made a huge hole in the wall where it fell, but it was nothing compared to my sister's room.

   I sank to my knees and my stomach dry heaved.  Blood splatered the walls and the window was broken.  Her top matress was on the opposite side of the room to her bed.  Springs and fluff were sicking out of it and was covered in more blood then anything else in the room.  Her dresser was shattered  and her clothes cover the floor.

   But what horriffid me the most was what was on and in the mirror.