Their devilish grin revealed their sharp and pointy teeth.
They were known as the eaters of children—babies preferably, also known as the eaters of the weaker women and off course elderly people.
With their tongues hanging from their crooked mouths they laughed at us, while we crawled back out of the pitch black alley.
One of the couples had lost their baby girl to one of the monsters already and one grandmother had sacrificed herself so the rest of the group could get out.
One of the men had lost his hands when he was trying to scare them away by lighting matches and throwing it their way, because the critters more than anything hate light.
But the monsters came closer and began nibbling on the toes of those that could no longer walk or crawl away.
And as the group was witnessing two of their friends were getting eaten alive the streetlights went on and shined their light into the alley, as if the hand of God turned the light switch on.
The monsters were scared by the light and backed off, roaring, screeching, howling, shrieking, grinning and an occasional yelp at the group.
“Bonjour there, we’re cherchons le famous fromage museum.“, a voice behind them said, startling the group that immediately clung to the sandals of the tourist couple.
The monsters turned around and crept back into the shadows of the dark alley when they saw the tourists.
While the couple tried to shake them off, one of the in blood covered people thanked them, “Vous nous avez sauvé! Oh thank you!!”
The couple looked at each other from under their caps that said ‘I ♥ France’
“What are they saying dear?” The wife asked to her husband.
He zipped his fanny pack, “I have no idea, crazy French people, probable beggars.”
A handful of coins dropped on the cobblestones below.
“Cherchons le famous fromage museum?” The man asked the group that was looking up at them like a litter of young puppies.
They were just looking up at their saviors, not understanding what they wanted from them.
“Le Museum..”, He said.
His wife finished his sentence, “..de Cheeses.”
One of the skinny males pointed them to the right direction.
The tourist couple seemed disappointed and said, “Merci a lot.“, and walked away.
For a brief moment the group was unsure of what to do as they watched the large amount of people, cars and buses pass in front of them.
They crawled into the light of the streetlights and when they were eventually saved only one survived.
Fun fact: He later became the president of France.
But the real hero of this story is Nick the electrician working at the city’s power plant.
If it wasn’t for his brave turning of a switch the street light would have never come on in time.
When his shift was over he went back home, he was late for dinner and had to heat his meal up in the microwave and look at his angry wife while he chewed it all down.
She had no idea that his job had just saved a group of paysans and send a tourist couple the right way.
They were known as the eaters of children—babies preferably, also known as the eaters of the weaker women and off course elderly people.
With their tongues hanging from their crooked mouths they laughed at us, while we crawled back out of the pitch black alley.
One of the couples had lost their baby girl to one of the monsters already and one grandmother had sacrificed herself so the rest of the group could get out.
One of the men had lost his hands when he was trying to scare them away by lighting matches and throwing it their way, because the critters more than anything hate light.
But the monsters came closer and began nibbling on the toes of those that could no longer walk or crawl away.
And as the group was witnessing two of their friends were getting eaten alive the streetlights went on and shined their light into the alley, as if the hand of God turned the light switch on.
The monsters were scared by the light and backed off, roaring, screeching, howling, shrieking, grinning and an occasional yelp at the group.
“Bonjour there, we’re cherchons le famous fromage museum.“, a voice behind them said, startling the group that immediately clung to the sandals of the tourist couple.
The monsters turned around and crept back into the shadows of the dark alley when they saw the tourists.
While the couple tried to shake them off, one of the in blood covered people thanked them, “Vous nous avez sauvé! Oh thank you!!”
The couple looked at each other from under their caps that said ‘I ♥ France’
“What are they saying dear?” The wife asked to her husband.
He zipped his fanny pack, “I have no idea, crazy French people, probable beggars.”
A handful of coins dropped on the cobblestones below.
“Cherchons le famous fromage museum?” The man asked the group that was looking up at them like a litter of young puppies.
They were just looking up at their saviors, not understanding what they wanted from them.
“Le Museum..”, He said.
His wife finished his sentence, “..de Cheeses.”
One of the skinny males pointed them to the right direction.
The tourist couple seemed disappointed and said, “Merci a lot.“, and walked away.
For a brief moment the group was unsure of what to do as they watched the large amount of people, cars and buses pass in front of them.
They crawled into the light of the streetlights and when they were eventually saved only one survived.
Fun fact: He later became the president of France.
But the real hero of this story is Nick the electrician working at the city’s power plant.
If it wasn’t for his brave turning of a switch the street light would have never come on in time.
When his shift was over he went back home, he was late for dinner and had to heat his meal up in the microwave and look at his angry wife while he chewed it all down.
She had no idea that his job had just saved a group of paysans and send a tourist couple the right way.
