I remember walking out of that burning building glad I was alive. I was ready to just forget everything. My arms ware hurting, my legs felt like jelly and my heart felt like it had been ripped out. To this day I don't know if my plan worked, but it helps me sleep if I think it did. Knowing she was alive and living her life. The pain that day was like nothing I have ever felt in my life even to this day. Every now and then I have nightmares that hurt me in the darkest pits of my mind. When I wake up I can feel that pain for that one second as I get my mind together after waking. The dreams keep getting worse and happening more regularly. They are all different and last night's one was the worst so far. I was asleep in my bed, and then the sound of the alarm we have installed on the house went off. I looked at the door to see Danielle opening it then freezing in the door way. I ran up to stand with her looking down the long dark hallway. The hallway was black at the bottom so I couldn't see the end. I turn to Danielle and say "What is it?" Only a tear fall down her face. Then one of the doors on the right opens and our son Dante walks out in his PJ's holding his teddy. He looks at us then looks down in to the darkness. He lifts his free hand and points in to the blackness. Then he says while looking in the heart of the dark "It's coming out the dark daddy". Dante drops his teddy then is thrown up on the wall then hits the floor hard. He looked like he was sleeping but I knew he was dead. Then I look in to the dark to see three dark people walking slowly in to the light. Then I see the thing that scares me the most. I see two dark golden eyes and the red hair. Then I wake to see the lights in my room flickering then stop. Danielle is above me saying. "It was another dream wasn't it?" The dreams have just started and I can't help but think it could be a warning, a warning that Emma is coming.