Prologue

I always knew there were monsters under my bed ever since I was little. The scuttle of legs one night, a sickly whooshing the next. As I grew, they did too. As I moved, as did they. By the time I was 8, they moved to the closet. Didn't matter if I closed the door, they opened it. They had lots of eyes then. When I turned 12, they turned into a he or at least I think it was a he. (I never asked.) Dark duster jacket and a wide-rimmed bowler hat, some nights outside my window, others in the corner of my room.

We never spoke. I am not even sure if he could speak. It was his job I guess, to watch. It must be a real sucky job to have to watch me every night. After awhile he became, almost, a comfort...

    Weird right?

    Little did I know, he and they, were there to wait. Wait for the day that I showed powers, of any kind. To take me away.

    And I felt comfort...

    Crazy right?

Reviews

[Ama May Cooper]

What a cliff hanger start.. i believe after reading this that ill be reading this from start to fhinsh. You draw the readers in with just enough information to taunt us.
You should describe the monsters under the bed more the boy even if not much ofthem can be seen there is a wonder of imagery you can add there that would improve the novel even more.
So far loving it heading on to the next chapter now

[TL Boehm]

I like the "light" approach to this. Its written with a bit of humor - and not heavy like a horror story. Good Start