“Tell me quick,” the demon smiled with teeth as long as a crocodile’s, threatening to chomp down on my hand, and turn it into a stump of mangled flesh. “Do you think that you will survive all the monsters crawling deep inside you fragile fractured mind?” The slimy skin was glistening, with over accentuated varicose veins pumping poison and acid. I turned away from the shadowy form to ignore the coming storm of my madness. But he smiled deep and darkly as if he could see the very heart of me. I shivered with despair tinkling in all my fear because the monster made it very clear that I would die this very evening. Though I cried he ignored me, while he walked away. In all the terrors that I’ve seen this is the one that made me scream, begging for the angels to rescue me, but the feathered hosts of heaven never came. No mattered how hard I prayed I was on my own. There before me lay a silver blade. So, I grabbed it while I waited. The beast came back to fill his gut, so I shoved the blade right up his but and watch the filth and blood drain from his bowls. A smoking mass of ****** blood made the strangest kind of sound as it drained in clumps onto the mud. He howled in rage and agony; but I just smiled with a sinister glee, because I found the monster was not as beastly as me. Now the forest may be full of demons, trolls, or goblins, but I know that I can stop them, so I feel no fear.