The Night the Beast Lurks

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What if the beast came for you? Hi... my name is Mariazinha, and I wanna tell you a real story, one that happened in a small village deep inside Maranhão, Brazil. People there still talk about it, especially on nights when the moon is full. It was one of those nights—the moon was so big and bright, it looked like a giant eye watching everything. My grandpa used to say, "When the moon looks like that, girl... the beast is out."

He warned us to stay close to home, to lock the doors tight, and to keep quiet. The stories of that creature were wild; it stalked the shadows, waiting for someone to stray too far from safety. They said it had eyes that glowed like embers and a laugh that echoed like thunder through the trees.

One night, I found myself alone outside, mesmerized by the beauty of the moon. I’d forgotten my grandpa’s words. Suddenly, the air turned cold, and a rustle in the bushes broke the silence. The stories flooded my mind, and dread gripped my heart. I turned to run, feeling as though eyes were piercing through the darkness, following me.

I dashed inside, slamming the door and locking it behind me. My heart raced, and I could hear my grandpa's old warnings echoing in my ears. It was just a night like any other—yet that moon lit the sky, and with it came the memory of the beast that no one had seen, but everyone had felt.

From that night on, I never doubted the tales. The moon shone down, a reminder of the lurking danger. I learned to respect the night, for it holds secrets we’re better off not uncovering.