She was in her
mid 40's when the monster came.
Ever since she was a little girl, her parents had always
told her not to be
afraid because they didn't exist.
" It's pretend Nora. Part of your imagination."
And then they would turn on
the lights and show her that it was just her mind playing tricks on her. She was Ok then. She had stopped crying.
Not this time. Not when she had heard, seen and smelled. Not when her life had become a living breathing nightmare that had
robbed her of her innocence and left her broken. Not when the chilling reality was blood on her hands.
No, this time
no one could tell her that the monster wasn't real.
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