The Beast

I woke to the sound of loud drumming. Red lions danced outside my window.

It reminded me of when my grandmother used to bring me around the neighbourhood of my father's hometown to catch the lion dance. Legend has it that the scary lion head, the colour red and the loud banging of the drums were meant to scare the beast that attacked the villagers on Chinese New Year. 

But it scared me instead. Maybe I am the beast.