The Idea to write this book came from a dream I had at sixteen. I wanted to tell my mother the dream as soon as got up but she had already left for work. As the day was passing by, I realized that the dream was fading away. I got a pencil and paper and started to write the dream down. As soon as my mother came home from work, I told her about the dream, and how I was afraid. She put her arms around me and told me that she was sorry about me having such a dream at my young age, but not to think and worry about it. Later that evening I overheard her telling our next-door neighbor about the dream. She first told her the part when I saw a baby sleeping in his crib, and a strange shadow came over the babies crib and killed him. Then it started coming toward me, and I ran screaming and woke up frighten. My mother asked the neighbor if she remembered when my sister died, it was in her crib while she was taking a nap. And right after, my sister died they were quite a few more death, and everyone in the neighborhood was so concerned. She remind mom about the bushmen that came to town and every parents started buying things from him to clean and bless their homes, to protect their love one. She said that whatever he sold the people worked. There were no more babies dying in their sleep. The neighbor told my mother that she hopes that she did not mention the way my sister died to me. My mother told her that she did not mention it to me. She thought that I was scared enough from the dream. They talked for a very long time, remembering the old neighborhood and all the strange and terrible things that were happening all over at that time. Along the years the older I became, the more I saw and the more I learned. Many of us are afraid and don"t want anything to do with anything out of the ordinary. From my own experience I can tell you that I have seeing enough to make any person hair turn white in seconds. So many individuals die daily an account of evil, evil not only d