I told her i could hear them, even even see them lurking in between the trees.

I told her how they’re waiting, as they smell her perfume flow into the breeze.

I told her how they only wish for a bite, her sweet flesh guzzling down their throats will hold them through the night.

She told me I was insane, just a ugly jealous sister wishing the worst upon her name.

She told me there’s no truth ...

When I was a little girl I use to watch this show called “Journeys with Joey”. It was a puppet show about a dog named Joey with a wild imagination so imaginative that it took him on different adventures even when he’d be just in his backyard the whole time. There was a human in the show too, his name was Sam he acted as the narrator/mentor for Joey. In one particular episode Joey was upset because...