The Real Monsters
When I was a little boy, I was afraid of monsters. They always lurked in the dark places where the light didn’t reach. It didn’t matter how many times my father shone a flashlight into the dark corners of my closet: I knew, the moment that the light was gone, the monsters would come back.
And they always did.
When I grew up, I learned why: the real monsters don’t hide in dark corners and closets. The real monsters are the ones that live behind your eyes, in the darkness of your mind, and it takes more than a flashlight to send them away.
You’ll find what you’re looking for in my basement. She’s still alive, but the others are long dead. (I’ve kept their teeth in ziploc bags in my file cabinet. Maybe you can identify them from dental records.) She hasn’t eaten in days, and she’s lost a lot of blood, but she might still live if you hurry.
All I ask is that you leave the light on when you go. This prison cell is very dark, and I’m afraid that the monsters will come out when you leave.
The Real Monsters,
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and just for the sake of it:
WHO WAS MONSTERS?
I don’t understand the “you might still live if you hurry.”
Is the man in a mental institution cell?
shucks. correct the “you might” too “she might”
Hello.
Ah, this is indeed what happens to those whose minds cannot comprehend the potential of the Dark.
Even if such individuals never see, the results are quite fascinating.
Terribly fascinating, indeed.
I just love your comments
Sine this is my first comment, here’s the obligatory WHO WAS TEETH?
I like this one a lot. That is all.
Boo, typos. Since*
Wait…so he’s the ‘real monster’ (a psycho serial killer) and then there are also real monsters (when you turn off the lights)…what?
lolwut?
I dont understand.
wut
I quite enjoyed this pasta, really gives you chills when you think about what really lurks in the dark. But I have a feeling what the man in this pasta has is called schitzophrenia(sp?)
Please make more like this :]
I didn’t understand it at first but this is actually kind of creepy.
Although I’m not sure I understand why he was some sort of serial killer….did the monsters have something to do with it?
Does Not Comprehend..?
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I disnt undastand this one at all. teeth????
wut???
hu doesnt survive???
wt???
please xplain!
Proper grammar, please. Thanks.
A thinker.
Mainly because my brain is running on half power. But srs, lolwut?
For those who didn’t understand — the narrator of the pasta is in a prison cell. He’s a serial killer who has been caught, and he’s telling the person interrogating him that his last victim (a woman who “hasn’t eaten in days” and has “lost a lot of blood”) is trapped in his basement. He kept the dead victims’ teeth as trophies. The stuff about the monsters is just his craziness, about the monsters in “the darkness of [his] mind”.
I …. don’t get it at all.
He means that, when the lights go out, the monsters within him come out.
I really liked this one. Not necessarily creepy, but really cool, all the same.
I definitely liked it. Had a chill, kind of, and considerably well-written. Very delicious.
i think those of you that don’t get this have not experienced the true fear of dark… even if your scaredof the dark, because you’ve never actully seen what you think could be there
ahem…since noone has said it yet..”But who was girl!!?”
Awesome story, really makes you think.
wow.
this one had a very nice twist to it, I thought it was going to end up like some sort of story that as the father goes away the monster comes and is like whew that was close
or something like that lol
but I
It’s all just your imagination.
But you know what your imagination can achieve.
THANK YOU, DANI.
I would never have understood this if you hadn’t explained.
And just because I want to: WHO WAS BASEMENT?