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In this world of light and darkness there are shining examples of purity and wholesome goodness that we hold up on high too try and to bring light to the dark places...

How many millions were sucked into the swirly black hole vortex of evil that was Grandma Dog, we will never know. Her evil power and dedication to evil had no equal in this world. Her icy stare could shrivel a grown man's genitalia from a thousand yards, maybe more...

And oh, how she hated me... I could fill so many of these pages with tales that would chill your blood below freezing... until your veins cracked and you pulled your own eyes out just to stop seeing... But we don't have enough time for that now...

Try to imagine a room without light or warmth or hope and you are four or five years old sitting naked, blindfolded in a dunk tank and the last thing you hear is an old woman cursing the day you were born, professing her hatred of you that will never be swayed and then, without emotion pushes the target and you are dropped into vat of liquid nitrogen....

Her home was so very cold, you could stand next to the coal burning furnace and never feel it's warmth. That sickening cold that creeps up your legs from your dying feet, burning pain, freezing to death.
The entire house was a torture chamber. No chair offered comfort only misery, yet the adults vied for them like trophies while they watched us whelps wrestle on the floor for their amusement banging our heads on the unyielding stone coffee table.

But.. She did have the most amazing collection of empty butter containers I have ever seen. Maybe thirty thousand or more. The basement held eighty years worth or everything she had ever purchased. Day after day I would stare at the empty butter containers wondering in vain as to their hideous purpose... Why all these empty butter containers? What diabolic plan did she have for them? But she would not say, not even in death.

These and all of her other secrets went with her to the grave. I was there many came in disbelief to witness the end and not one tear was shed that day. I remember... It was raining and her tomb filled with rain almost as fast as they could pump it out. As they lowered her into the grave... I felt it... The rain stopped and I felt the warm kiss on my cheek of sunlight... You are too young to remember the day the sun shined a little brighter, the birds chirped without fear of reprisal and the cold black clouds finally gave way to the light of day and the whole world breathed a warm sigh of relief...

And that is how global warming began not with a billion car exhausts...no. With the death of one hideous creature so foul her black soul strangled and stole warmth away from the whole world.

Dear God. What hideous lengths must I go.. to hold that kind of power?... All the evil things I have done in this lifetime pale, only in comparison..to her. Here I still stand at the foot of a mountain of evil, taller than everest before me, even after climbing for so very very long... my only prayer is there is still enough time.