Precious wrote:
Sometimes I wonder, are monsters even real?
You know, the typical ghost stories, horror movies about demons and ghouls and witches.
I always scoff at the thought of believing, 'that stuff is all fake.' I say to myself as everyone else trembles with fear, the hairs standing on the back of their necks.
I see nothing but fast glances and people scurrying in the opposite direction. never have I wondered why... until now.
A voice in my head tells me to leave them be, but I ignore it and do what I do best. I go about at dusk and crack a smile, to which I am not greeted back. 'Why doesn't anyone appreciate my kindness?' I wonder as a couple hurries inside as I walk past. 'Surely there must be a reason?' I continue about my night, walking by taverns and inns, to see that everyone is all and the same, rushing away from me.
'This is the final stop before i'm back to where I was when I woke up.' I thought. as I walk down the lonely road, the leaves and wind being the only sign of life around me. I see patrolmen, and an ambulance. 'That's odd....'
as I get closer I see the body of a woman.. her body ripped to pieces and decayed. she must have been there a while. Her hair is mangled, and the floor is covered in old, dry blood. Daring to step closer... I find..
its me.