Small Stories

Monster

The black shadowy figure stared at me with red shining eyes. It's thin arms and towering build are complemented by sharp knife-like fingers. It does nothing but stare at me.

I am paralyzed, by fear, by shock? No one knows, and most certainly not I.

"Wh-who are you?" I tried to say, but all that came out was a whimper. I cannot move nor speak.

The monster came closer to my bed in a slugging manner, all the while a weight presses on my back and left side. It speaks, yet its mouth does not move. It is in my mind.

"Monster you say?" A wicked laughter echoes through my head, each refrain gets deeper and deeper to a terrifying low baritone.

It looms over me, its back curving. Whisps of shadows seem to stem from its feet, it covers my room with darkness, it almost clouds my vision.

It nears its face to mine, I can see some sharp teeth peaking from its mouth. It smiles a Cheshire grin. "Who here carves skin with sewing needles, who here feeds naught but water, who here bottles their rage and locks it in their heart, who here harms?"

I speak no words. I do not... understand.

I cannot breath.

I have no memory of harming anyone or anything. I do not hurt the people around me. I cherish the all living animals and do not harm their prized skin. I water the fauna and help them feed nutrients. I do not understand.

It let's out another laugh. "You most certainly do not understand." It places its sharp hands on my chest, I feel the weight pushing me down even more.

Again, it speaks. "It is you who is the monster. You hurt yourself." It looks at me with a grim empathetic expression.

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Deemo is the creature appearance inspiration.

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