The Real Monsters
| Published on Creepypasta.com | November 2008 |
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| Length | 192 words · about 1 minute to read |
| Story level | Micro |
| Reader rating | 6.0/10 from 293 votes |
| Category | Deaths, Murders, and Disappearances |
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.
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Que the Imagine Dragons song
This reminded me of something I read once children are scared of the monsters in the dark because they are too young to recognize the real monsters… us we are the true monsters that’s why adults no longer fear the dark because we understand this
It seems as though this man does not sense himeself as the real monster, rather then his minds perception.
Wouldn’t the killer’s basement be the first place they looked for bodies? Even if he were just being held as a suspect, they would have had a warrant for his place.
Other than that, excellent. But that one minor detail kinda ruined it for me.
What if he wasn’t a suspect so to say, maybe this is a cut out of something he sent to police or even a family member of the victim? You are jumping to a pretty major assumption.
This was a yummy pasta.c: it’s also a mind fuck pasta. I love eettttttt!
This one was okay 6/10
Oh my, I loved this.
These dumbass 2nd person “you are next” kinda pastas are just a dime a dozen and overall really shitty. I suggest people try to come up with original stories instead of copying the “you are in bed at night” kinda stuff.