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Carl Walkman was an only child, he lived with his parents and aunt Elena. His parents didn't bother with him, and his sexually and physically abused him. He didn't get on with the other students at school. His grandparents were the only ones that cared about him, they protected him when some, one got angry with him, over a little mistake. He spent as much time out of the house as he could. He was happier when he was sitting in the grave yard by his grandparents grave. He eventually fell in to the wrong crowed, and got in to sateen worship and practicing the dark arts.

Every time he ran away, his aunt would always bring him back. He was miserable, he just wanted to escape. He sat in his room looking though, his dark arts books. When he saw it, a ritual to bring the dead back to life. I can have my grandparent back, I'll never be alone again. he thought to him self. He grabbed his bag, and shoved in, books, black, red, and white candles, and some chalk. He waited until it was dark, it was after 11:00 at night when every one was asleep. The creped out of the house, and went to the grave yard.

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When he got to the grave yard, he had to clime over the gate. As it was locked and made, his way to his grandparents grave."Give me the power I beg of you. Give me the power, to bring the alive", he chanted. "Lilly and Mark Walkman, you shall walk again. awake, awake, awake, awake" he finished chanting and waited.

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