.....He doesnt mind living with his sister, dog and cats, tough he'd rather share a home with spiders, ghouls, and bats. There he can reflect on the horrors he´s inventedand wander dark hallways alone and tormented. He likes to experiment on his dog Ambercrumby, in the hopes of creating a horrible zombie, so he and his horrible zombie dog could go searching for victims in the mountain fog. His thoughts arent only of ghoulish crime, he likes to paint and read past some of the time........

And so on, sorry if its not exact, memory is a bit rusty XD

....While most kids read books like "Go, Jane, Go", Vincent's favorite author is Edgar Allan Poe.
One night while reading a gruesome tale, he read a passage that made him turn pale!
Such horrors he knew he could never survive, for his beautiful wife had been buried alive!
He dug up her grave to make sure she was dead, unaware that her tomb was his mother's flower bed.

Haha, it's so fun to quote, even if it's not totally right.

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"Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it"
-Ferris Bueller

...His mother sent Vincent off to his room, he knew hes been banished to the tower of doom where he was sentenced to spend the rest of his life, alone with the portrait of his beautiful wife. All alone and insane and incased in his doom, Vincent's mother bursts suddenly in the room

"If you want to you can go outside and play.
It’s sunny outside and a beautiful day." Vincent tried to talk, but he just couldn’t speak, The years of isolation had made him quite weak. So he took out some paper, and scrawled with a pen, "I am possessed by this house, and can never leave it again."
His mother said, "You’re not possessed, and you’re not almost dead.
These games that you play are all in your head."You’re not Vincent Price, you’re Vincent Malloy.
You’re not tormented, you’re just a young boy.You’re seven years old, and you’re my son, I want you to get outside and have some real fun.” Her anger now spent, she walked out through the hall, While Vincent backed slowly against the wall.
The room started to sway, to shiver and creak. His horrid insanity had reached its peak.
He saw Abacrombie his zombie slave,
And heard his wife call from beyond the grave.



*sorry...i had to get in on this....i love this piece!!!!!!*

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i miss the simple nights that we spent wrapped up in each other. the sighs of ecstasy that shook our bodies as we let our love shine through. needless to say, i miss you.