Once Upon a Time in Romania.

Something about this city...it's always foggy...I hate this hour...why did I have to work an extra shift...

I heard a noise...footsteps...I shake it off.

I keep walking...this city...I hate it...

I hear the foot steps again...I turn around and see nothing...just my nerves getting the better of my...gods am I tired...

I heard them again...the foot steps this time I'm sure...damn sure...

I turn around again scanning the area around me...empty street...covered in thick fog...

"Anyone there?"

I went back on my way...damn I was jittery...maybe I need a shrink...maybe I need sleep...knowing my luck I needed both.

God I hate my job...bad hours and no respect...I've seen bucket drummers with a better dental plan then me to boot.

Footsteps again...I must be losing my mind...I kept walking trying to ignore a growing sense of doom...

"You're a jumpy little bitch aren't you."

I turned around...

What I saw before me was the most hideous beast I'd ever laid eyes on.

It's skin was as white as the robes it wore and it's eyes were as crimson as blood, it's teeth were serrated and it had clawed hands 3 feet long, it's voice sounded raspy and sent a shill down my spine and I was close enough to it's face to smell it's nauseating breath.

"Wha-...what the hell are you?" I asked falling onto the ground.

At this point I was surprised I was still capable of rational speech.

"It's of no concern to you cattle, does your dinner ever ask you what the hell you are?" The creature began advancing on me.

Is...he saying he wants to eat me...

No...no just no...that couldn't be what he was saying...there had to be some sort of misunderstanding.

"I'm going to eat you now...will you let me put you out of your misery or will you keep struggling to the last?"

Damn Irony.

I decided the only thing to do now was attempt to talk my way out and hope the psychotic cannibal was merciful

"Listen, I don't know who the hell you are but...well you see, in civilized land we don't eat people so if you could like...not disembowel me that'd be goo-"

The sound of metal cutting through air and the feel of a blade at my throat silenced any further attempts at talking my way out.

"This is the end cattle." The beast then performed an act which I can only describe as unhinging it's jaw...

Of all...the ways...to die...son...of...a...bitch....

I steeled myself waiting for the next painful moments before the end.

I did not feel it...in fact I felt nothing.

The bladed claw I felt on my throat was no longer present and the stench of the beast's breathe had vanished as well.

After ten grueling, eternal, seemingly endless minutes I finally managed the courage to open my eyes.

I was lying there, in the same empty fog filled street.

No Monster, No sign that it had ever been there...

As I began walking home the notion that I'd passed out from exhaustion in the street and dreamed the whole nightmare came over me.

Fearing for my sanity otherwise...I chose to follow that notion through to conclusion and forget the whole damn thing happened.