People say that monsters don't exist
That they're just the imagination running wild
But what do they say when they meet one face to face?
Do they admit what they saw?
Or do they pretend that it never existed?
Do they even survive the encounter...
"Don't leave me!"
"Your crazy! You risked your life for a stupid puppet!"
"Please... your all I have..."
"Don't even! I've had enough! Go back to defiling graves for your 'little project'! Just leave me the hell alone!"
The man walked out of the shed and slam the door with so much forcee that it shook, leaving the woman on the floor sobbing. Lightning flashed briefly illuminating the room and relvealing several rotting and dismembered arms and legs in a barrel in the corner.
So? This is my first attempt at story writing for the general public. Please excuse the short chapter but since it's a prologue it's expected. I'm working on this story a lot right now and because there's only a week of school left and then two weeks of exam.
EDIT: I noticed that almost half my readers just read the first chapter so I'll tell you one thing, IT GETS BETTER. Plus this is just a preview of our main villian.
Ciao!
Professional Tsundere