Storytime!

Some nights we hold a storytime in the guild. Usually it's just me telling about my life in a fairytale form but sometimes the others join in too. It's polite to be quiet and listen to the whole story before commenting. I really love the storytime, so when I found this little treasure when packing my things, I knew I had to translate it to you guys. This is not my work, but I can't find it anywhere else anymore. I'm just so glad I printed it at the time. I'm also glad November is finally over and December is here. Let the snow fall down!

So here's a story of The Monster That Eats Yesterdays:

It's already dark outside, children. Close the curtains and gather around the fire. It's time for the last story of the day. Actually it's not a story, it's something more... Have you ever wonder where all the yesterdays go? Let me tell you.

Every night, at the darkest hour when you're sleeping, the Yesterday-eater crawls out from the murkiest shadow. It doesn't have a visible body, oh no, it is living darkness and it has a humongous maw, and it's maw is filled with the sharpness of winter breeze. Silent, ice cold draught.

Every night, at the darkest hour when you're sleeping, the Yesterday-eater starts to gorge down the yesterday. That is why it's so hard to go back to yesterday. If you ever wake up in the middle of the night, what ever you do, don't open your eyes. If you do, you might see the Yesterday-eater at the end of your bed - and nothing is more horrible than to see your yesterday be eaten by the Yesterday-eater.

In the cities, in some big buildings, there are adults working all night. They have to be extra careful. When the darkest moment of the night is upon them, they can't look behind. Because there, right behind their back, is the Yesterday-eater with it's endless maw silently tearing apart yesterday.

When people get old, they can't live fast anymore. They'll become slow and incautious. And one night the Yesterday-eater will catch them and eat today and all the days to come. That's why so much old people die. They don't have time to live any longer.

This is why mothers and fathers don't have time for you anymore. They are busy working, keeping themselves hurried and tired so the Yesterday-eater wont catch them and so that they would sleep heavily their nights. This is why you have to do as they say and go to bed early so the Yesterday-eater wont be able to find you awake. And when the dark falls, in the corner of your eye if you see something move or if you hear weird noises in the house, you better just squeeze your eyes tightly.

Every night, at the darkest hour when you're sleeping, the Yesterday-eater crawls out from the murkiest shadow. Mom or dad can't help you then.

You are alone in the night.

The end.

Good night.