NOW ON TAPAS #742 in Horror | "Am I To you a monster? Do I lurk in your nightmares! Am I all in your head? Do I keep up children in the frail nighttimes, making them churn, and burn, and cry their salty tears, am I this monster that keeps the moon dim? And I the monster under your bed? Do I make the cold winter take over you as you purple? Am I to you a monster?" The light shone on him, glistening on his silvered hair. His skin, matte, he recessed from his attacking position, his eye dulled, and reddened. He was, to everyone, a monster. Bringing fear, bringing pain, but, what could anybody do, to a monster in their heads?