Day 7-hello my name is hellsmouth

The way we are perceived by others is usually the most deceptive. I learned this lesson first hand the summer of 1988. It was june 20 when I first met steve and little did I know, how my life would be changed forever. The day started out normal enough, a little nintendo some lunch, and then some light reading, comic books of course. It couldn't have been longer than twenty minutes until I heard a strange noise coming from the area that bordered our house. I decided that I should go take a look. I made my way to the tree line, thats when I saw the building. It was a single story house that looked pretty much like every other house ive ever seen. It had been there for as long as I could remember, in fact it still stands today although no one lives in it now. Too bad really I could use some nice neighbors. Anyways, I made my way up to the fence as slowly as possible, being careful not to draw any extra attention to myself, and noticed a small boy not much younger than myself. He was laying in a hammock reading a book. I leaped over the fence and put on a nice smile, well as nice as I could imagine. The boy hopped up from his reading spot, surprised to see me. Of course most people are when they first meet me. Being eight feet tall and covered head to toe with purple fur tends to do that, not to mention the two yellow horns protruding from the top of my forehead. The boy didn't scream in fact he was quite friendly. I of course, made sure to use my best manners in order not to frighten him. He then invited me into his house for a snack, naturally this was his mistake. Hearing the word snack I walked over to the boy and ate him, I am a monster after all. So the moral is if you meet me, hellsmouth the big purple monster, dont be fooled. I may look nice and cuddly on the outside, but I do so enjoy eating people.