Dark Souls — E.J. King

Monsters lurk in the shadows. Evil comes out to play at night. Your worst nightmares are real. All of the ghost stories and supernatural tales you read to yourself as a child are true. You have every reason to be scared, you just don't know it because you can't see it. You don't have the gift. I do. Forces of darkness are at work, doing their very best to destroy all that is good in the world. I should know- they nearly destroyed me. My family was slaughtered, killed by the creatures we spent our lives hunting. I would have been killed, too, if it wasn't for a mysterious man that appeared out of nowhere and saved me, then vanished just as quickly. I owe him my life. I also blame him for it. It's been two years since that night, but it feels like yesterday. I can still hear their screams and see the blood pooled beneath their bodies. And I can still see the piercing blue eyes of the man that saved me and feel his warm, strong arms wrapped around me as he carried me to safety. I don't expect to ever see him again. But then again, life has a way of surprising you, of kicking you in the ass right when you least expect it.