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she commented. “Well… actually there is more…” I laughed feeling awkward about throwing everything on her at once. Fortunately, she was way to excited hearing about my quite supernatural stories to tell me to stop. I even thought she might have been memorizing my words for the sake of writing scenarios in the future. Unfortunately, there was nothing romantic about my last night's experience, it sounded more like a scene from a horror movie. I kept trembling even reminiscing those moments I was Immara.

I didn't even bother waking Mavis and Sophie since they're already fast asleep in the living room with all the other guys. I was about to close my eyes as soon as I lied on the bed but I heard a loud thud coming from near the window which made me stood up immediately. Don't tell me, I feel scared right now? I shouldn't have listened to Taurus's story before since I'm also not fond of scary stories. I can handle scary things but not true scary stories that did happen in real life. I thought maybe I should drink some water before I go to sleep. I wore my indoor slippers and made my way to the door.

Conrad said, “I heard Michael say he and the girls are gathering in Akira’s room for scary stories.” Tristan raised a brow at this. “How come we’re not invited?” Sosuke said, “Akira telling ghost stories? That’ll be interesting.” He chuckled with amusement. Nicolas asked, “Why is that?” “Because she’s very good at it. She knows a lot of the Japanese ones, too, ones that’ll make your spine crawl.” Conrad shook his head. “No thanks. I hate ghost stories. I mean, they’re not real, the ghosts, but…” He shuddered at the very thought of having to listen to the tales.

"And you have pissed me off." He believes me. Suddenly he believes every horror story he has been told since he was a little boy. That they were all true: the dead things hungering for the warm living flesh; the bony hand coming out of the closet in the black of night; the monsters from another page of reality, the unturned page--who could look so human, so cute. He reaches for his gun. Too slowly, much too.

The second one made more sense but it was also the one that I had the most doubt in being the truth because of the duration and everything happening and what I was hearing that I didn't know before. I had given up on finding anything in the local libraries or even on the internet because everything that came up in searches was folklore and creepy stories of people who swear they have seen the undead and everything else parents use to scare us, children, into behaving ourselves. Some of the sites I had ended up on had seriously scared me a lot more than the three men who had turned into vicious beasts and nibbled on a moving car's tyres.

Or if the weather was on the colder side, we’d sit deep within the woods hurtled around a warm campfire, marshmallows burning and scary stories flowing allowed tears to well in my eyes. Back then some story of a monster hiding in a cabin ready to eat people was the most frightening thing I had heard, but I was unaware of the real nightmare I would be faced with, I didn’t have a monster in a cabin hunting me, but a real life monster who was sat around that once happy campfire.

“Eat. You’ll feel better.” Despite herself, she started eating. Her body obeyed even as her mind screamed to stop listening, to stop feeding into this fantasy. But the food was good, and his presence was grounding, comforting. It was familiar but completely maddening. He let her eat for a moment in silence before he spoke again, his tone low, steady. “You’ve read stories, haven’t you? About monsters in the dark. Creatures in myths. Those stories aren’t all lies. Werewolves. Vampires. Witches. Most of it has been twisted over time, but the basis of it, well… it’s real.”

She added, and the other two giggled. " What's so funny?." She questioned furiously. "I think you've being reading a lot of books lately, Amy, those creatures do not exist. Just a bunch of horror stories, made up to scare children." One of them said and giggled. Hmm, they do not believe that vampire exists, then maybe I should pay a little visit. I looked at Drake who was still sexually harassing the girl openly, they had ripped her clothes in pieces and her breast were now fully in view. Humans are really flexible.

He asked politely as he looked from me to Tasha for approval. “ Why not? The more, the merrier.” Tasha replied and Arnold stepped in to walk beside us, making me the middle man. “Alright so it's time for some midnight stories from dear Arnold, anything you have for us Arnold?” Tasha asked Arnold, who smiled. He was obviously pleased with her words. “Hm… I could share my experience killing the strange creatures that live here. Okay, what is your opinion of the scariest and strangest creature?” Arnold asked as he folded his arms.

Apparently, I'm not the only one who likes to sit like this. "What I'm about to tell you is real, and I promise you that I'm not crazy." I look into his eyes and see how worried he is. I raise my hand and stroke his cheek. "I don't think you're crazy. What is it?" I wait, and when he speaks, I think I may have hit my head again because this can't be true. "I'm a weregorilla."