Day 1

LONDON

                                                                  DAY 1 10:00 a.m.

 Lucifer.  I am the miracle daughter of Pastor Robert Holliston and Esther Holliston. I was born on a hot like hell summer morning in June 6, 1996 at 06:06 a.m. Today the day of my 16^th birthday my wise father decided to buy an old house which will be owe by our family for an eternity. The road that leads to the house is long and painful, is surrounded by a thick and heavy mist that guards its mysterious creatures. The fog is gray and holds sparkles of light in the distance; the trees are tall and wide, full of splendor and majesty like Queen Victoria.  As one passes through the road one might hear the cries and laments of lost souls that run through the woods searching for the perfect believer that would revive them. After four long praying and singing hours in the car with my sister, mother, and father we finally arrived to the spotlight. The house was dying of a terminal disease and everyone seven miles around could hear her crying without caring. The cries where powerfully loud and the smell of white butterflies was intoxicating and repugnant. The rooms were colossal and pitifully decorated by some old creepy lady who owned the house before us. The color of the rooms were white as pearls, the doors had scratches of uninvited guests, the lights were yellow, and the view of the windows were the gates to hell.  The corridors were stretch and infinite, full of deep dark transparent mirrors that ran through each impassable chamber. The mirrors reflected the fears and demons that grew inside each person, that grew inside me, and my innocent and annoying little sister.