I'm a monster. When we take humans it is for food, skin, and other things of the sort. While humans do that and more. They kill each other in drones over money and power. They rape and murder each other in cold blood. They alienate and discriminate there own race while we monsters choose not to do these things. And you call us evil, when you can sleep at night knowing what you and your race has done. Go ahead, judge us, that is what you are good at, isn't it? Judging people when you could use some judgement yourself. Get your act together, or else this world will crumble. And in the end you will still tell stories of the evil monsters under the bed. But you know what? You are the monsters. So think about that while you tell campfire stories.
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The book of death
HorrorPrepare to learn of the most foul creatures and tales ever known to man in this collection of stories that most surely makes those in it wish to be dead.
