Monsters are real

They walk among us.

"They walk among us, and they walked among us." My mom used to tell me before tucking me into bed, I always wondered what she meant by this saying. Maybe she was talking about enchanted souls or what was called Forrows. I don't know much about Forrows, all I know is that these beings are unpredictable and dangerous. You should avoid them at all times, and at any cost. If you have to throw your friend in front of them, and let them eat your friend alive. Then that's what you do. Back in elementary I had a friend that was secretly a Forrow. There were corrupted Forrows, descendants from demons, such as the myth of killer clowns. My killer clowns. Corrupted Forrows were basically meat craving demons who would stop at nothing to kill. And the sad thing is, they can't stop killing. It's their main instinct, every step they take, they only get hungrier. Their senses strengthen. And they can't be stopped. This is their death sentence, their death penalty. Special people who have done something like murder or commit suicide before they were supposed to die can be chosen to become Corrupted Forrows for their sins. 

So, when one person to me stands out from the rest of the crows, I get a little nervous. And then, Teo's voice pops into my head. "Whatever you do, don't let this person inside. This is a corrupted. I'm surprised that this thing hasn't started to kill people in the crowd." Teo commanded, and my feet started to take me toward this person.

"What do I do? Do I look at their clothing for blood stains?" I ask frantically. Getting closer and closer to the thing. The cold air biting my open skin, and a cold rush of wind rushes leaves my way. I don't want to get closer to this person, but I have to. It's to protect everyone of the circus and people visiting the circus." You know what to do, just keep them away." Teo said simply  before leaving my thoughts and my empty head alone. 

This person was in their mid forties, with greying hair, black eyes, and a thin smile. He was tall and built, taking this person out wouldn't be easy without using my powers. He was smoking a cigarette, Marlbol, a very dangerous type of cigarette that you should never try. Keep you lungs healthy, kids. Take it from me, but back to what was at hand. He was wearing a white polo shirt and kaki pants. This is definitely something you wouldn't wear to a circus, knowing you would get your shirt dirty. . .and those damn shoes. He was wearing a chocolate colored pair of dress shoes. Like, my man. Why are you wearing this and why in the world are you wearing white to a place you know your going to get dirty?! Well, I really shouldn't be talking, since I was wearing all grey. The top of them were extremely dirty, like he was running through mud. I haven't explored the entire cite fully, but I know most of it, like where Binkie was at when those kids tried to attack her; that place was very muddy. I'm surprised that I didn't have to throw away those shoes and go back to Hell and ask Satan for a special pair of his shoes.  

So, what was he doing back there? Was their another party that people were holding? Was he. . .feasting?

I tapped on his shoulder to lead him to a secluded part of the park. Where I know no one, and I mean. No one, would go. The hill, in which a little girl was hanged on a tree and her spirit still haunts the grounds. Her sadistic older brother, Ty, was picking on her, and he knew that she hated rope. He took away her favorite doll and threw it near that tree, near the burial place of her dead dog. Once she was looking for it near the big tree, he carried out his plan. He kicked her into the tree, her head hitting it pretty hard, and took out the noose. Once she was unconscious, he placed it around her neck, but not too tight. He wanted her to scream, to how hard she would fight to get out of her situation. Pathetic. He was pathetic. Once he tied her to the tree, he placed a chair under her and some books, so she wouldn't actually start the process to die. Once she woke up from her deep slumber, he smiled. 

"Wakey wakey, little dog. Do you know what you're in?"  He smiled, walking around her in a slow circle. The plan wasn't going out the way he wanted it go. She wasn't kicking, she wasn't screaming. Did she like this? "Damnit, talk to me child! Do you know what you're in?" He yelled, stomping with his right foot in frustration.

"A noose, in which you put me in. And you were the one who kicked me into the tree. You tricked me, Ty. And I don't take too kindly to that." She said, it wasn't her sweet voice either. It was like she was a different person. Her voice was too low. She was only seven. Yes, she was tall but she was only seven. Like she was in a trance. A demonic trance.

"Well, you're pretty smart, little dog. Do you know what's going to happen next?" He grinned even more, showing his smile. He had anticipation, a little too much of it. He was waiting for this moment ever since she was born. "I'm going to die. But. . .my soul won't rest until you die. . .or I get my revenge. So, before you do it. Goodbye, Ty. It was fun while it lasted."  She said, kicking the books off the chair, and it began. At first she was starting to choke, her face turning a bright red. Her hands reached for her throat. She was having second thoughts. Ty ran close to the noose and tried to untie it. It was too tight, and he was strong. But. . .she had finally died after managing a little yelp. Her body going limp. It swayed a little with the chill gust of wind. And for years and years, like she said. She haunted him. Her voice would mimic him, mock him, throw things and shatter them. He thought he was going insane. So, he did the same thing, except he jumped off the nearest cliff and broke his neck. Nobody found his body. And seemingly, no one seemed to care.

The noose was still there, but . . .the body was missing. And a lump of uneven grass marked where they buried the little girl's dead dog.

I turn around, and grabbed at the mans neck. Freezing it, he started to screech. A demonic screech at that, and with much kicking and screaming. He stopped, his body went limp. His eyes were a glassy white, and his eyebrows were dusted with little snowflakes. His skin was a dark pink, and the tips were ice cold. To finish this off, I turned the body into little molecules and obliterated them. No one would know if he was dead. Seen as how. . .he didn't have a ring on his right ring finger. He didn't have an ID on him. . .So really, this would be another case of. . . no. No one would remember him, no one would know him. He was just another face in the crowd. 

And I would have to get back to the Ring before anyone got suspicious.