Prologue

Why did someone make up scary stories? Why are we scared of monsters that aren’t real? Why are little children scared of what goes bump in the night? Why does the world fear the unknown? Why, why is the question, but what is the answer. I have several answers; people may have made up scary stories for fun. Some people made up monsters to explain the unanswered question, but in doing so made their children scared of the dark. But whoever started the rumours of monsters, made the world scared. Everyone except children doesn’t believe in monsters, they aren’t scared of the dark, but maybe they should be. What if the first stories about monster weren’t stories, what if monsters really are alive. Then like children we should run, run from the dark.       

 

Author's Note

terrible grammar, please tell me what you think about this prologue because I had trouble finishing it. And I'm not sure if it's good, if it's bad I can change it.