It all started when I lived in New York.

Past

" Hey Luke bruv, you want to come to the park" asked my friend Sam. I didn't want to go so I made up an excuse and said " Nah Brother, I've got to....uh....uh... babysit". I went home and I saw something, something strange. I went to my room and locked the door and started to look for that strange thing, it came from my hand. What was it? The days went on and one day me and sam was walking home and we were talking, the trees looked like Witches hands but as the leaves rustled I...I....

Luke's story