Triad Magazine

A Hillsborough Community College Student Publication since 1978.

Monster revisited

Hello again. Oh, don’t pretend you don’t recognize me. We’ve known each other for years. Ah ha! There is it, you remember don’t play coy darling. I used to summer in your closet, I know you better than you know yourself.

I often miss those days living under your bed. You kept it so clean, I appreciated that more than you could possibly imagine. Then you had to grow up, much too fast for my liking. You were so cute! So small with those big baby eyes.

I never left but you know that. I would tap at your window at night, or rustle things downstairs, maybe push your bedroom door a bit. Oh! Those were fun times weren’t they?

Now you’re a grown up, aren’t you? A proper adult. Living with your loving new husband and that precious little dog of yours. You forgot all about me, so I thought that since your brave new husband and yappy little dog aren’t home I’d pop by for a visit, and remind you that I’m still and will always be here.

I’ve grown up too. No more shadows, no more closets, and don’t bother checking under your bed anymore. I’m beyond all of that silliness now. I grew up and got strong, and I realized that I don’t need my precious little baby girl anymore. No night-lights or teddy bears can help you now sweetie.

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This entry was posted on November 19, 2012 by in Fiction.

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