It was obvious that my brother Clayton had a dark side like our mom, pretty much as soon as he was born. Clayton came out of the womb with eyes wide open like he could see right through you. You have heard the expression a person's eyes are a window to their soul. Claytons eyes on the day of birth were dark and empty. Never once did we ever see him cry. This story had to be written and told. I waited sixty-five years for most of the threat to be dead, to feel safe enough to try to make people understand that nothing is ever what we see. This story is not for the weak of heart. It has been truly written about actual events. For those that know the power of words, no matter if you read them or speak them, if you are a believer, they will affect your soul.