Billy had never fit into the mould of tradition; born into a world where coal was king and sons followed their fathers into the depths to cut out coal, he preferred the comfort and solace of his own company. At times, however, Molly, Billy’s mother, suspected her son was never quite alone in the family home. At times, hushed voices would be heard creeping from the darkest corners, voices she was sure were not in her imagination. In later years experiments with hallucinogenic mushrooms opened the doorways to the darkened recesses within Billy's mind. The key had once again been turned, foretelling not only Billy’s destiny, but also the destiny of those around him.
