Head Last

Remember - part 2

I can remember my mother sitting at the edge of my bed my little night light radiating a dime glow over my green walls, she would tell me stories, stories of creatures who kill. Some where large and slender, others were small and attacked in packs. All of the creatures flashed around in my mind almost all binding together, as did my mother, her smile wide and bright, her eyes were full of joy, except for the day it all stopped. The day father wondered jnto the woods and never came back, until he was found, dead by a lake his legs chopped from the knee down and his eyes... gone from their sockets and in his mouth replacing his tongue.