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There are four things in life that matter: The Vampire, Religion, Love and DAMIENALLA- The Argent Spider.

I was taken in by my Aunt and Uncle on my mother’s side of the family. I was surprised, because I never knew that Aunt Ruth and Uncle George existed; I was in complete ignorance. I was also surprised to find out that they had taken care of the funeral arrangements for my parent’s and Father Karl Westley. I was in shock, and I walked around in a mummified state of mind, as if I were in a deep trance. I did not talk, eat, nor sleep, and if I dared to sleep, I slept light. I dreamed, and my dreams were nightmares about Ana Anansi and, the others, the Argent Spiders coming after me, and I ran in my dreams and screamed into the darkness. I’d awaken in cold sweat, scared half out of my mind. I went to the funeral home dreading viewing my parents’ bodies lying there inside the coffin. Ana Anansi’ daughter Lauryn Anansi, an Argent spider and leader over the other Argent spiders sought revenge and murdered my parents’ and the Priest Father Karl Westley in a bloody war that ended in their death.

Inside the viewing room, I saw my parents and Father Karl Westley laid out in the shiny wooden Catholic coffins. Chills went through me, and I wanted to run, run far away, but I could not, and I just stood there gazing into both coffins, stupefied and wondering why? Aunt Ruth and Uncle George told me that the bodies were damaged badly, and special work had to be done before they could be viewed by anyone. The undertakers had done a nice job.

My parents and Father Westley looked so peaceful; it was as if they were just sleeping. Mother’s hands were so still and cold, and so were my father’s and Father Westley. Even their hair looked natural. The undertaker had done excellent work on them. They looked so real – not like some stiff mummies. Mother wore a soft, long, white evening gown and Father wore a beige suit. Father Westley wore his priest robe and the caravan cross. The death of my parents and Father Karl Westley would haunt me always… my life was changed forever.