I have two
The first one is of this old black woman. She's sitting on the porch of her old shack, which is held up by jacks. The place is surrounded by corn fields. There is an old tire hanging from a near by tree. She's sitting in a rocking chair, strumming away on her guitar.
The other is more of a nightmare. There is a man, he wears all black. His face is always in shadow, other than his bright grinning teeth and an eerie red glow from where his eye's should be. He is always chasing me, trying to catch me. He is cold. Evil. He terrifies me.
The first one is of this old black woman. She's sitting on the porch of her old shack, which is held up by jacks. The place is surrounded by corn fields. There is an old tire hanging from a near by tree. She's sitting in a rocking chair, strumming away on her guitar.
The other is more of a nightmare. There is a man, he wears all black. His face is always in shadow, other than his bright grinning teeth and an eerie red glow from where his eye's should be. He is always chasing me, trying to catch me. He is cold. Evil. He terrifies me.

