Didn't anyone ever tell you that the folk tales are parents use to lull us to rest at night, hold some truth? Or that the nightmares we reenact by camp fires as a means to bring apon fright; are in fact lurking about our own neighborhoods. Very much alive, thriving. Little did you know that the gurl next door, was a gluttonous man eater not of this realm or the next, but a mythological creature stripped from the past. Taking shape as a dark haired beauty with pouty red lips during only the day, and a horned crimson eyed flesh fiend when the moon fills the sky on quiet nights. She hasn't fil... Show more