Mama always told me, Nicolene be careful out there, walk around alert because many ruthless creatures roam these streets, but of course, I wasn't going to listen to mama, I wanted to be free. Free from her grip, free from her mental slavery. Mama had this way of keeping me a prisoner, but I know she only did so because she loves me.
She wasn't even the only one, many parents dreaded the idea of their young staying out after the sunsets, because many stories float around, horrible stories. They sound so fiction, because beasts don't exist.
Or at least I didn't know that they exist, the very definition of horror walks around this
earth, and yet many people still don't believe in it. Or refuse to.
I wish that I could have listened to mama more often, then I wouldn't have been in this very
