Real Monsters

There are many monsters who over the years have entertained me and I could tell you about these, how alluring Dracula is with his vampire lust for eternal life. I could also tell you how I could feel sympathy for a monster such as Frankenstein. He did not choose to be a monster and he is totally misunderstood. There are also a thousand creepy monsters out there. Folklore has left us with the Boogie man and the monster under the bed. There are the creepy kind of monsters like clowns, which Steven King described so well, and the psychotic kind like chain saw serial killers or Hannibal Lector. They are Epic, right? And then again ghosts which I do not consider monsters at all. I could tell you about the monsters through fiction that have scared me, entertained me or just fascinated me, but…I choose to tell you about real monsters. You know they are out there; sometimes you are faced to force them. Sometimes you have no choice but to wait for the day impatiently when you can slay them. You question your humanity because you really want to kill that monster others call a man.

This monster wears the clothes of an ordinary man. He comes in all colors, shapes and sizes. He is a familiar face in the community he lives in. Everyone knows him as the helpful neighbor next door. Yes, he is everyone’s friend because no one knows the monster that is hiding behind this familiar friend. The man whose children befriends yours, and becomes your friend while he waits for the time to be right. Unsuspecting victims gather around him and he smiles hiding his real monsters face. Only small young children see him for the monster he truly is, but then it is already too late. He whispers to them and at first in their innocence they listen, then later they shiver in terror at his plans. With a knife at their throats he threatens their life and the life of everyone they love. For years these small children do as they are told; they believe the lies of this monster as it steals their innocence from them.

We like to think our children are safe. We do our best to protect them from monsters like these. You may think that your children are safe and years later find out, that they were not. When these are the monsters of your nightmares then you will truly know what a monster is. These are the monsters with an ordinary face that roam free to terrorize and steal from our children any hope for a normal life. They then cast us into never ending despair and a web of deceit as we uncover the lies and do our best to protect the adult that once was a child. Monsters are real. The worst kinds are the ones you don't see until it is too late.

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Jack in the box, scary blogfest.

This is a blogfest about our greatest childhood monster, in honor of Christine Rains book release, Fearless! Check out her book and blog by clicking on the pic above. Congrats, Christine! I decided to use part of my book to describe what fears me. Does this scare you as well? Do you have a childhood fear you want to share? Here is mine:

Over and over again, was the sound of a Jack in the box toy accompanied by a strange laughter that sent shivers down her spine.  She felt dizzy and choked on some vomit, dazed and confused it took a moment before she recognized her own bed. She wondered where her uncle was and why it was so hard to think.  The sound of rustling papers and the ticking sound of a toy being wound up came from inside the closet. Slowly her focus returned and the moonlight cut through the darkness casting a wicked looking shadow just inside the closet door. Not being able to breathe, a sudden numbness trapped her senses. In her head a familiar voice whispered, “Stay still, and don’t let it see that you’re awake.” This was a dream, it had to be a dream and as she approached the closet and slowly opened the door, a stench filled the room and panic set in raising every hair on her body. Through the darkness and inside the shadows lingered a half human shape of what must have been a man. Slowly with claw like fingers it cranked up one of her old toys, and his yellow eyes glowed with evil as he laughed again before singing along in an odd inhuman voice.

“Round and round the cobbler's bench

The monkey chased the weasel,

The monkey thought 'twas all in fun

Pop! Goes the weasel.”

Just then the music stopped, and a small clown jumped out of the jack in the box causing Liv to startle. Standing there like a puppet frozen in time, she watched as the toy master turned his glowing eyes towards her. Not a single inch of her body listened as she stood there begging to run. Out of the shadows and closer he came until he stood there in front of her. Pieces of long black hair clung to patches of skin that hung from his head and face. Towering over her he put his large claws on Livs shoulders and drew her near. His foul breath lapped at the air as he said, “So nice to finally meet you Princess.” He made a crooked bow and then continued to speak with a strange drawl as if half drunk, or as if the words felt strange on his tongue.

“My you are a pretty little thing, not what I expected at all.” He took one of his knifelike fingers and traced it slowly over Livs breast.

“I can feel your heart beating like a scared little rabbit underneath that pink skin of yours.” Tilting his head he leaned over and smelled the small of Livs neck, and she shivered as his long tongue swept over her skin tasting it like a piece of candy. 

“You can make this easy on yourself and just give me the box you found and a small drop of your blood.” He backed away and studied her closely, and then tilting his head to the side he said,

“You do not know what you are, do you?”

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So I am getting the creepy crawlers!There are a lot of scary monters out there.