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The songbirds chirped and the sun rose above the horizon, it was the start of May 7th, 1995 on a small farm in Georgia just on the outskirts of Sandersville. "It's not real, honey. Everything is fine." Mary Casket comforted her crying child. Gregory, Mary's son, had nightmares almost every night, often complaining of a shadow monster. "Do you think you can get ready for school now?" She asked, speaking in a kind, motherly tone. Gregory eventually forgot about it, as most 6-year-olds do. Mary poured a bowl of cinnamon toast crunch for Greg and made some toast with jam for herself. After breakfast, Mary took Greg to kindergarten. The school day went exactly how it did every other day, for the most part. Gregory usually kept to himself, he didn't play with the other kids well. He wanted to play with them, but he didn't know what to say or do, so he just stayed quiet and didn't bother anyone. Gregory was so distanced from everyone else the other kids often forgot he was