Disturbed

Howell... how-well... how well do you really know anyone? My mother had no idea how fitting this new last name would be for herself or for me, even though I wasn't born yet. I had been spending my entire life trying to hide my true identity from everyone around me, including my mom. I didn't want to be labeled a freak like my father, or a monster like my other ancestors. But in my head, I thought I was both. I thought I fit the true definition of disturbed. That was until the ghosts began to awaken and threatened to destroy all that I love. They taught me that true evil fools those around it while it tortures each in different ways, sometimes hidden in plain sight.