The Bodies Of Six

The shrieks of children run down the walls. Their high-pitched yelps always made me nervous, but I was one of them.

The sweat runs down their faces as they panic to escape, but they're too late. I got them. I got them good.

It's not what it looks like, I always tell them. I'm not what I look like. They never listen, or they don't understand.

I really am not what I look like. I'm not a murderous bear, and neither are my friends. I'm a child, just like all of you.