Monster Under The Bed

Away

I have no idea what I was hoping for. What exactly would happen if I run away? Surely they'll find me again? I think I set a new world record - The most stupid things someone has done in a day. That's saying a lot, since some humans tie a rope around their waist and jump off a high building - talk about acting foolish. 

 Here I am, talking about humans again, right when I am running away from one. A nine year old child. A child, for Bloody Mary's sake. Still, if the Boogey Man was crying, then I would be sobbing. Which means the same thing - but my English was never strong anyway - we speak our own language here. 

 Speaking of where I am, I have absolutely no idea. As far as I know, I am away from the other monsters, away from my job, away from home. I am risking my job because of that little twit.

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After what felt like hours, I finally found myself a nice place to sleep in. It's this bed-n-breakfast thing the humans make. I'll have to take the form of a human being for this. 

 'Hello, sir. How may I help you?'  The human lady behind the counter said. I smiled. There's no way you can help me. I thought. No one in this world can. 

 'Sir, are you there?' The woman said. I mean, duh - another human expression - of course I was there. I smiled at her some more. I can write and read English, alright, but I can't say anything. 

Well, not much. That's why the monsters make sounds like: 'BOOOO!' and all that stuff you humans write in your books and show in your movies. 

 The woman started to look worried, so I just nodded.  

'keys.' I said, looking into her deep, dark, brown eyes. I find brown eyes quite beautiful, actually. 

 'Here, sir.' She said with a forced smile. The way she acted, it was obvious she was uncomfortable. I was too. These human shoes were rather small for my feet. I took the keys, and roamed around, trying my best to find my room. 

Yes, room number 13, the perfect number for me.

 I inserted the key, hoping to see the comfy bed and all the other stuff humans have in a room. What I saw should give me nightmares for the rest of my life. And as I am immortal, that's a lot.  

 'Ah, receptionist. I was hoping to see you.' My boss said, moving towards me with a sack in his fifteen hands. There was hunger in his eyes - he hadn't eaten food today.