I couldn't chase the monster away. It’s been living under my bed for months, ever since I turned four. Sometimes it comes out when my door is closed and Mom isn’t here to see it. Then it scares my stuffies, and all I can do is hug them tightly and whisper, “It’ll go away.”
Sometimes it does.
Sometimes it lingers—until it starts tugging me away from my stuffies. After it tears one up and leaves me scratched on the arms and wrists like a cat, it finally goes away with red, glaring eyes.
Teddy once told me the monster watches me sleep and sometimes strokes my hair. I was confused. I thought monsters were supposed to hurt me, not pat my head. But Teddy said it was true—it even stitched the tear it made in him last time.
I don’t know if the monster is bad or good. But it always hurts me and my stuffies.
One day, I got brave and faced the monster the moment Mom closed my door. I didn’t know if the monster would be good or bad that night. I heard Unicorn say he’ll give us flowers tonight, but I felt Monkey tremble and whisper that the monster might tear us apart, like last time.
The monster slowly crawled out from under my bed. It was holding a cup of milk. But I’m allergic to milk. And my stuffies can’t drink.
It got angry when I said I wasn’t allowed to have it. The peaceful look on its dark face turned furious, and it threw the glass at the floor. Milk soaked the carpet. Then it screeched really loudly and started to tug all my stuffies from my arms.
I told it to stop. I told it to let go. But it only got angrier.
I was already crying, because its sharp teeth were starting to bare at me—wide. I wasn’t sure if it was going to eat my stuffies or me. But I held on to them tightly and hoped someone would open the door.
Then, suddenly, I stopped crying.
I heard my parents’ door click open.
And I realized—I could do that too.
I scurried out of bed and tried to reach my door. But before I could twist the handle, the monster grabbed my ankle.
When I looked back, it was crying.
It said it was sorry.
It said it only wanted to take care of me.
It said it only wanted me to drink the milk.
All my stuffies begged me to keep going and get out of the room. But when I saw the monster’s red eyes turn green, I paused.
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