During my time in the hos.... upstate, I was forced to confront ghosts from my past. The dead I had long since buried. This included finally dealing with the relationship I had with my father...

Amberson Osborn... how I hated that man. But not always. As I boy I worshipped him, like every son does his father at that age, I suppose. He continued the business of his father, my namesake. But dad wasn't cut out for business. He didn't have the stomach for it. He preferred to sleep the day away, staying up all night, drinking. Dad loved the night... the dark.

When I was but eight years old, he locked  me in a closet for three days, in the darkness...saying the dark "would make a man of me". Frightened half to death I had no choice but to endure, believing him to be right, believing he knew what was best for me. During the time I spent... in the dark, I thought about the fairy tale he told me as a young child. He told me it was one his father had told him, and his father before him... about... them.

The story goes, that if a young boy does not behave, does not do what he is told, that they would come for them, take him away, never to be seen or heard from again. It used to scare the HELL out of me. I would lie awake at night wondering if I had done anything wrong that day, frightened that I may have and that they would come for me. Dad said Grandfather called them "goblins".... I w------