Hidden in a toolbox, in the rafters of his four-car garage, was an envelope full of pictures taken by a private detective...They were pictures of a scrawny, boyish looking nine year old with a wide mouth and a tangle of brown hair...Her eyes were oblong and deep set, their color hidden from the camera by the slant of the sun. The angles and planes of her face were oddly beautiful just then, in that moment, frozen on Kodak paper. A hint of the woman she would someday become.

Horror as for me is the best choice, you can gain a lot of. I like to be afraid like to see this shit happening on me, I feel happy.

Laugh as much as possible, because one moment will stop this moment.

Nowadays, it's hard to find the best horror and to be interesting and to be afraid of it!

There are some days we can claim and there are other days that claim us.

We do what we enjoy, even if it is act of evil.