My Monsters

In hindsight, the Monsters that inhabited the underside of my bed were a protection from those that existed outside of the room. They were always there for me, sometimes in the closet, sometimes just peering at me from within the shadows. They were scary at first but they never did anything to hurt me. They even saved me that time.

From the outside came even more frightful Monsters that were not content to remain just idle Monsters, the ones on the outside showed heart breaking faces. I saw my mom’s face on one of those Monsters and my daddy’s face too. The scary masks that the outside monsters wore were even more terrifying than the formless dancing shadows of my Monsters. My monsters were kind, I learned.

When the Mommy-Monster came to scream at me, my Monsters would growl and rage at the injustice. The Monsters in my room would sometimes dance to celebrate the moon and so sometimes I would join them and forget all about the Mommy-Monster and the Daddy-Monster. Once, the Daddy-Monster caught us dancing to the moon’s song and made all my Monsters disappear. 

I hate him. I hate that he made my monsters disappear even if it was only for the night. He scared them away by turning the lights on so suddenly that it burned their eyes so they had to leave. My Monsters don’t like bright lights, just like vampires. Mommy-Monster and Daddy-Monster are a different kind of monster, they don’t mind the light.

They’re scared of my Monsters though. My monsters scared them to death that time. 

Author's Note

It feels incomplete, what would you add to it? I'm not feeling prompted

Reviews

[Ripped Denim 💜]

If adding anything, you absolutely must not describe the incident referred to multiple times, wherein your monsters scare your parents. You can describe all around it, before and after, and vague references, but the incident itself must not be divulged, like the way the audience never clearly sees Jaws or the Alien (until the end). It creates intrigue.

I can't tell if this story is sort of a child-like romp, or if it's symbolic for psychological demons. In the case of the latter, the tag-line could be "They may be demons, but they're MY demons, and I love them!"

In any case, you're onto something, but I don't feel that it's incomplete. If you want to add, do so carefully, because I believe it's "complete enough" as is. A fine read.

[Rin]

Thank you very much. I myself never planned to describe the circumstances of 'that time' I like to leave it open to the imagination. I don't actually know if these are bigger symbols or just something less but it is something. Maybe in a zillion years when I'm long dead and some analyst stumbles across this they will find some deeper meaning to my life through this but I don't know.