Post by trancifer on Mar 10, 2005 22:03:19 GMT -5
-Monster-
You’d think that being afraid of monsters would mean you wouldn’t seek solace in a closet but you’re wrong. Just think ‘out of sight, out of mind’. Of course, that statement doesn’t always apply. If it wants to find me, then it finds me. But still I find myself pushing aside the bunny slippers and nuzzling in the corner until the sun comes up or until I’ve fallen asleep. My hands gripped so tightly around the small maglite flashlight that I kept tucked into the nightstand that my knuckles turned white. In the morning I’d creep out of the closet and tip toe down the hall. Roars and grunts came from behind the closed door halfway down the hall. It always took me several minutes to get myself psyched up enough to run to the other end of the hall. One… two… three… go! I’d take off from my room like a bat out of hell, running down the hall, leaping over the cat and sprinting to the front door. As quietly as I can I close the door behind me and turn around. Plastering a fake smile on my face I gave a wave over to Mrs. Evans. The nosiest next-door neighbor on the planet. One sour look and she gets suspicious. The last thing I need for her is to get some wild idea and send someone to the house to look for me. That was the last thing I needed right now. I go to school like everyday and like everyday I fall asleep in class. I never get enough sleep at night so it usually always catches up with me. While I sleep I dream. Never anything good. This time it was a little different. Normally it’s the monster, chasing me. Now it was more like it wanted me to watch. Watch as it devoured someone. It’s massive teeth ripped through the flesh, it’s clawed hand wrapped around a plastic spork. Something that can easily be found in the kitchen of the house. As I watch I keep getting closer and when I get close enough I realize that its me on the table. I’m watching as the beast kills me. I wake screaming. The kids around me laugh a little and probably think I’m dreaming about the normal in class nap stuff. Coming naked to school, going to one of those family reunions where all your crazy relatives pinch your cheeks. I wish that those were what my dreams were like but they never were. When I leave school I walk across the street for the pay phone. I fish for a quarter to call home. See if maybe the monster wasn’t there, that maybe it had gone away, but the cord is cut and the phone is dead. With a sigh I watch my bus pull away and start the long walk back to the house. It’s almost dark by the time I get there and I know that the monster is going to be awake. Waiting for me. I open the door quietly, peek my head inside. At first I think I don’t have to worry about it. At first I think that the monster has slunk back to its lair for the remainder of the night. But when I get all the way inside I realize that I’m wrong. There it sits, perched. Waiting for me. As I come further inside it stands, lowering its hand so I can see the belt wrapped in its fingers. With a sigh I lower my head and walk to it. There is no use in running. It always finds me.
You’d think that being afraid of monsters would mean you wouldn’t seek solace in a closet but you’re wrong. Just think ‘out of sight, out of mind’. Of course, that statement doesn’t always apply. If it wants to find me, then it finds me. But still I find myself pushing aside the bunny slippers and nuzzling in the corner until the sun comes up or until I’ve fallen asleep. My hands gripped so tightly around the small maglite flashlight that I kept tucked into the nightstand that my knuckles turned white. In the morning I’d creep out of the closet and tip toe down the hall. Roars and grunts came from behind the closed door halfway down the hall. It always took me several minutes to get myself psyched up enough to run to the other end of the hall. One… two… three… go! I’d take off from my room like a bat out of hell, running down the hall, leaping over the cat and sprinting to the front door. As quietly as I can I close the door behind me and turn around. Plastering a fake smile on my face I gave a wave over to Mrs. Evans. The nosiest next-door neighbor on the planet. One sour look and she gets suspicious. The last thing I need for her is to get some wild idea and send someone to the house to look for me. That was the last thing I needed right now. I go to school like everyday and like everyday I fall asleep in class. I never get enough sleep at night so it usually always catches up with me. While I sleep I dream. Never anything good. This time it was a little different. Normally it’s the monster, chasing me. Now it was more like it wanted me to watch. Watch as it devoured someone. It’s massive teeth ripped through the flesh, it’s clawed hand wrapped around a plastic spork. Something that can easily be found in the kitchen of the house. As I watch I keep getting closer and when I get close enough I realize that its me on the table. I’m watching as the beast kills me. I wake screaming. The kids around me laugh a little and probably think I’m dreaming about the normal in class nap stuff. Coming naked to school, going to one of those family reunions where all your crazy relatives pinch your cheeks. I wish that those were what my dreams were like but they never were. When I leave school I walk across the street for the pay phone. I fish for a quarter to call home. See if maybe the monster wasn’t there, that maybe it had gone away, but the cord is cut and the phone is dead. With a sigh I watch my bus pull away and start the long walk back to the house. It’s almost dark by the time I get there and I know that the monster is going to be awake. Waiting for me. I open the door quietly, peek my head inside. At first I think I don’t have to worry about it. At first I think that the monster has slunk back to its lair for the remainder of the night. But when I get all the way inside I realize that I’m wrong. There it sits, perched. Waiting for me. As I come further inside it stands, lowering its hand so I can see the belt wrapped in its fingers. With a sigh I lower my head and walk to it. There is no use in running. It always finds me.