The Woman to Eat the Children

The bloody, demonic woman stood in deathly silence as the moon floated above her glaring brown eyes. Her eyes widened, and it seemed as if her gaze could stare into the very soul, whether it be wicked or humble.
The petrified child looked right into those eyes. The woman could no longer bear her famished hunger, and fell to her pale knees, her shadow cast over the child’s face. The boy shrieked in relentless fear, for there was no escape. She whispered into his ear.
“Sleep now, child, sleep. The children all seem to run away from me, but you did not. Away went my friends, to become sleepyheads. Please hush now, sleep now, dream now.”
Her dripping black teeth came closer and closer to the boy’s face. He tried to knock her away when the first solid cut came into his cheek; it did no harm to the reckless villain. Deeper and deeper her teeth sank, all the way to the cheekbone. Before the child could begin crying, she started to pull back the skin and muscle.
With the woman tearing through his face, blood running all down her mouth and neck, the boy had no defence. A piercing scream came from his mouth as she ripped off the first piece of skin. The noise echoed for miles.
Her hands gestured towards his face, coming closer every second. Once the first fingernail made contact, all the others followed, digging into the dirty insides of his muscle. She acted as if she had never done this before, but in her cold, black heart, she knew she had committed this heinous act thousands of times.
The deeper her nails dug into his skull, the more the helpless boy’s eyes rolled back. She finally decided she had gone far enough, and with all her force, contracted her arms, ripping the flesh from the right cheek into the air across her side. A trail of thick blood followed behind it. She started to whisper again.
“Don’t leave… I enjoyed your stay. But if you must go, that’s okay…”
Grasping the knife in her pocket with no regrets, she took one deep breath. Raised high in the air, the knife came down swiftly. It penetrated the boy's skull, entering his forehead and making a large cut across his brain. Her face moved to his once again, her tongue slowly reaching out to the cut. She began to lick the blood off, and gnaw her way into his forehead. She chewed her food with grinding teeth and swallowed. 
She shook her head a little, back into the disguise of sanity. Leaving the corpse on the hard concrete, she turned and left, wiping her damp lips with her arm. Each footstep was quiet. On her way, she dropped a paper that was in her back pocket. It was handwritten, ink on papyrus, and foretold a legend. 
Dr. Larrinaga, an archaeologist, was digging through old New York records, finding nothing. However, his luck changed when he discovered the paper. The legend is told in a small story, exposed through a news report:
“There was a woman. Her name was unknown. Her life was anonymous. Her parents abandoned her at birth. She walked the filthy streets, teaching herself everything. But she never learned what real food was. She is now a cannibal.
They called her "Mulier Manducare Filli". Latin for ‘The Woman to Eat the Children’. She devoured my three year-old daughter… Rachel. It may seem silly, but it’s true. I apologize for not being a good writer, but I know her story! She’s out there. If you find this paper, please help yourself!
-Mark Traw, 8-8-08, 08:08:08”
“Mark’s corpse was found on the streets the next day, with a marking on his chest reading "09:09:09". It is presumed to be the time he died, in coordination to the note.”
The report continues:
"There is a fact that has not yet been divulged into the public. It's been seen in many places, such as Georgia, Florida, New York, West Virginia, Maryland, and even California.
The body of Mark Traw was found hanging from a United States flag in every city of the state, alive. It is claimed that he was murdered in the first-degree. If you see this mysterious woman, call the police immediately!"
If you’re looking for Mulier, you need only but to go to sleep thinking about her. So sleep, child. Everyone is a child in Mulier’s eyes.
Sleep.
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