The clock ticked away it's heightening anxieties and stressful fears with it's continious rampaging over the same time. It was 3rd October 1923 and Peter a boy of blonde hair and ten years had just got ready for bed in the estate of Windmill Manor. His parents tucked him in good night and he drifted off to sleep. He was a boy who was often picked on at school for his sense of genuine imagination but this was kept severley secretive from his parents because he knew his parents worried astoundingly easily and didn't want to be taken out due to the fact that his teacher Mr. Fankford Day was an extrodinarily supportive human being and had learned a lot from him over the past academic years. Usually on this day at night his parents hired a man with a twisted...