My father's suicide was just the beginning. Since then, I have been haunted by his ghost. It seems like he is always with me, watching me, judging me. And I can't escape him no matter how hard I try. I visit his grave often, and each time I feel a chill run down my spine. I can't help but wonder if he is trying to tell me something. Something that I don't want to hear. I can't shake the feeling that there is more to his death than meets the eye. And I'm afraid that I may never know the truth. Can this explain my demonic ways? The darkness that now consumes me? The hunger for blood and death? I was not always like this. But ever since my father's suicide, something inside me has changed. Something dark and evil has taken root. And I can't help but wonder if he passed this curse onto me. I have tried to fight it, but it is getting stronger every day. With each passing day, I feel myself slipping further into the darkness. And I know that one day, I will succumb completely. And when that day comes, there will be no turning back.