A Journey Into the Land of Dreams

The One-Eyed, One-Horned Flying Purple People Eater

I was just a kid, maybe six years old. My family had moved to this tiny little town in the middle of bum fuck nowhere. We knew all the neighbors, and the neighbors knew us. Everyone was pretty great and nothing ever really happened in this town. The most commotion was some teenagers spray painting the side of the school building. Then everything changed one day.
Six year old me had just hopped off the bus from school followed by my seven year old sister. My older brother, Sam, followed right after. He was eight.
We had begun our very short journey home from the bus stop when something happened. A large shadow hovered over us and then went away. We looked up but saw nothing. Weird. We continued walking until we saw it again. This time we looked up just in time. A fuzzy purple creature had flown overhead. It was the shape of a gumdrop with two hands that ended in sharp, black claws. It had one big piercing blue eye, one black horn, and a smaller set of fuzzy purple wings. It's mouth displayed a set of razor sharp teeth, almost like those of a shark.
We froze, unsure of the next move to make. Finally my brother grabbed our arm and we booked it for our house. We approached the door, and just as we were stepping inside, we heard a bloodcurdling scream and a loud crunch! We turned and looked, and saw that the creature had swooped down and had gobbled up our neighbor!
We screamed for our parents and all I could yell was "Flying Purple thing!" My dad came to the door just as that monster snatched another neighbor into its mouth that now dripped red blood and stained his fur. I screamed and my dad immediately covered my mouth so the creature wouldn't hear me.
Our parents drug us all the way inside the house and then told us the story of the One-Eyed, One-Horned, flying purple people eater. They had believed it to just be a story or legend used to scare small children, but it was here. Completely real. And it was eating our neighbors!
All around us we heard screams and the crunching of bones. One look out the window and you would think our streets were painted iron red. Pools of warm, thick, sticky red blood were all around. Severed limbs and torsos and heads were scattered about. Complete carnage!
Finally the beast had its fill. It did another giant swoop around the whole town and then left. With that the One-Eyed, One-Horned, flying purple people eater was gone, never to be seen again. And that is how the song came to be. One of the survivors from my neighborhood wrote it.

*Note*
There is a real song. Look it up on YouTube: "The One-Eyed One-Horned Flying Purple People Eater" by Sheb Wooley.