They lied when they said monsters don’t exist. They lied when they said monsters don’t hide underneath your bed. They lied when they said the face in the dark was but the folds of your crumpled shirt in the corner of the room. They lied when they said your unsmiling reflection was but a figment of your hyperactive imagination.
They lied…
Monsters do exit.
Not in the confines of the dark shroud of your room. Rather, they’re tucked away in the darkest, most decrepit crevices of your subconscious mind. They’re the demons that whisper in your ear, telling you despicable things that only you can hear. Things you wouldn’t dare tell anyone else. Things you desperately desire. Things of vile and malevolent intent. Things that would bring you joy beyond your wildest expectations.
They hide behind the intrusive thoughts that prod through your mind every fleeting second – as you talk to a friend, or as you watch a stranger pass you by. They’re behind the ephemeral urge to sink your teeth through their necks and taste the rush of their blood gushing through your tongue. Or running a knife through their lower jaw, and revel in the satisfying joy of seeing it shine in their bleeding mouths. They elicit the need to shove your wrist through their yapping lips, past their teeth and their tongues to their throat and beyond… and to grab them by their pharynx and yank their guts from their mouths. And the desire to split their skulls and yank them open, and to dip your hands into the soft, wet and gooey mush that is their pulsating brains.
Monsters do exist, dear reader. Just look in the mirror, and there you will finally see.
They lied. THEY LIED!
