The MonstersA Story by MC GuérinMonsters haunt children in ways adults sometimes do not comprehend.The Monsters
She was
always scared of the Monsters. Ever since she was a little girl, she was always
afraid. They came to her in her dreams. Beasts of several eyes and several
arms, there to eat her and take her away. That night
was especially bad. She was struggling to run through the thick woods while It
chased her. She had not yet seen It but she knew It was there, and so she kept
running. The sharp branches left long bloody scratches along her face and arms,
her ankle pained from a previous fall, out of breath. By now it was
right behind her. She could hear its heavy footsteps, knocking over trees, and
feel its sour breath down her neck. She saw a light up ahead and so she sped
up, paying less attention to her surroundings. An exposed root caught her
already tender ankle and she fell into a bush of thorns. She felt pain all up
her arms as the blood trickled down to start forming puddles on the ground. Slowly she
turns to face the horror. It was ten feet tall, covered dirty patches of black
fur. Its eyes resembled white marbles in Its sunken sockets, Its mouth full of
sharp teeth and stained by something that very closely resembled blood. Its
body was bonny and hunched, vertebrae
protruding from Its back. Its hands were nothing more than bone covered
by a thin layer of skin, but its nails were as sharp as razors and six inches
long. It was rotting. The smell itself almost caused her to pass out. It
reached out and grabbed her around the arm. She screamed as It lifted her off
the ground and Its claws sliced her skin. But when she
woke, she was not relieved, she was not happy. She was trembling in fear. Not
because of the dream that just passed, but because she was back with other
monsters. Real monsters and she could hear them in the other room. She
wished she was back asleep, back with the rotting beast for she knew it was not
real, and this was. “Stop. Please
stop.” she cried into her pillow as, in the other room, her parents continued
to fight. © 2016 MC Guérin |
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Added on September 26, 2016 Last Updated on September 26, 2016 AuthorMC GuérinAboutTeen writer. I write poems and short stories that are usually dark in nature. Feel free to give me feedback. more..Writing
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