I should have, now it's too late.

I've been told to watch out for the man with the beautiful gifts. Breathtaking as they are, they mask the truth of who he really is. I've been warned to look beyond the facade, and dig deeper; if the voice is too hoarse, it is the wolf, not Red's grandma, that lies under the covers. Don't approach the van with the lost kitten sign, my mom had said, you never know what lurks behind those tinted windows. Your good heart will be broken if you swallow his lies coated with saccharine. 

Wish I had listened to those ringing bells.