It was midnight on the roof,the stars bright and shining, the moon full and gleaming. Sat up there alone I contemplated my own existence. As this speck in the whole tapestry of existence, can my life have meaning? Will I be able to understand all that life presents to me?

These questions plagued my mind for a few minutes, turning over slowly whilst I search for any answer, to questions I knew would be impossible to find one for. In the tranquility of the night, the mind often wanders to such matters. Within the idea of the unknowable, is the concept of the supernatural. As such limited beings, can we really say that creatures of the night such as vampires and werewolves truly exist? Or would they just be slaughtered as an enemy of humanity, as any being is that gets in the way of such a pitiful race.

These thoughts slowly mulling in my conciousness, the monster got up and went off to stalk it's prey.
Dinner that night was delicious.