Description from original post (created 2012-08-20 21:31):
. WARNING: Do not tell this story to young children! .. Although it may keep them quiet, they might never sleep again. .
Raggs was born a human. The people of his land were vegetarian and would not even think to eat meat, but Raggs was different. In his heart, he was a carnivore. He suppressed his urge to consume flesh. He thought it would go away, but the longer he lived, the more it tore at him. Eventually, after a life of self-repression, as an old man he decided he could take no more. He traveled to a neighboring land to finally indulge a lifetime of longing. He entered a local restaurant to have what he considered in some respect to be his "first meal". As the dish was placed before him he began to feel dizzy, and he died, right there, before taking one bite.
For most people, the story would end there, but Raggs' tortured soul could not let go. He looked back at his body, just inches from satisfaction, and as a spirit without form, he could do nothing. He skulked the earth, losing more of his sanity with every day. How much time passed? Years? Centuries? He did not know. All that was left was his obsession-- until one night he came upon an opportunity. A careless driver had hit an animal... a bear... a wolverine perhaps. Raggs could see the soul leaving its body, and before its corpse had lost all life, he slipped in and took its place. The driver did not hear the animal's body come back to life and could do nothing to stop Raggs as he ravished in his first meal. The following day, not even a single bone of the driver could be found.
Since then, Raggs has lived amongst us, creeping out at night to find prey. Over time, the presence of his twisted soul has contorted his new body into something unholy. His eyes bulge, and his mouth is agape with gnashing teeth. It is a body built to search and to consume. He likes his food to be awake, so if you want to be spared, sleep quietly. He wears tattered clothes taken from his victims. Perhaps it is because part of him still wants to feel human. Or perhaps these items are just demented trophies. It won't matter, when it's your clothes he's wearing.
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