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Please do not be alarmed by my tale for it is a tale that is told over continents and far flung countries all over the world. I bet once you have read it you will come to realize that I am no mere legend nor am I a work of fiction, I am 100% genuine. Although I do differ from my brethren in one major way, I can read and write.

If the truth be told this is more or less a confession of sorts as I feel I have caused suffering and misery to thousands of parents the world over. You see I eat children. However there is one child whom I have not eaten and his name is Matthew Lawson. It was way back in the latter part of the nineteenth century that I first heard tell of a boy who just was not scared of monsters at all in fact he seemed to delight in capturing my brethren By using elaborate traps. Once he capture them with he would cage them up and begin interrogating them.

It was a survivor from one of the child’s ambushes that came back to the crypt to tell us of how he saw the little blond haired blue eyed four year old with short scruffy hair had heated up a pair of his mothers hair tongs and proceeded to torture the elder of my species into a confession of sorts.

We all shuddered as the survivor told us of how the boy laughed as he poked his fingers into the elder ones eyes until blood poured out of his ears. I was amazed at how this little boy could be so evil. Anyway we had a meeting of sorts and it was decided that the most notable and ferocious baby eating of our number would kidnap the child so that we may have sport with him in the same way he had tortured our elder.

The ovens where heated up and the recently decaying bodies of children we had kidnapped where spirited to the rat pit so that preparations could be made as to how we where going to eat the child. The chef amongst our member got really excited about various sauces he could use on the boy to make his intestines more palatable, but to be honest the brainier of our member thought the chef was a fat idiot who would soon be roasting to death if he didn’t shut his fucking mouth. All we wanted to do was torture the boy for a while, how dare he threaten our thousands of year traditions by fighting back. How fucking dare he fight back.

After a three hour long wait the warriors returned with a sack containing the boy. Looking around the room at all of the sharp knives and the intestine spit the chef had rustled up we all felt a great deal of excitement at the upcoming torturing and eating of the child, I must confess I was slavering all the while when I saw how plump he must be.

The warriors told of their capture of the boy and we listened to them intently. From what I can gather the boy was in a weak condition due to some sort of influenza so that when they did climb from under his bed he was too doped up to notice them. They managed to put him in the sack without any real problem.

How they laughed as they recalled how he sneezed inside of the sack and called out for his "MUMMY!", before being smashed on the head by the warrior until he fell silent again. As I listened to the story the chef had already debagged the boy so that he was ready for the torturing session. I hate the chef to be honest because his cooking is lousy at the best of times. Anyway the chef began pinching the little boy’s thighs and buttocks to see what would be the biggest steak wise for our after torture feast.

I could see the child had a nasty graze on his forehead from the beating he had received from the warrior, hmmm bruised meat never sat well with me I always went for the throat and strangled them in their sleep. A nice quick kill normally it would only take thirty seconds for a professional child eater like myself to dispatch them.

The time has come for the boy to be woken. I noticed with some glee the chief of our tribe started to slap the boys face until at last he awoke. The atmosphere in the crypt was electric as the child let out a scream and then started to sob, "Where is my mummy? I , I want my mummy". We all had a good laugh at the child’s anguish.

He had dried snot all over his face and it also appeared that under his pajama’s was a very fat belly, we salivated at the thought mmmmm, intestines for all ha ha ha.

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