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  • monsters can be everywhere, anywhere. I mean the kind of classic monsters that are created in imaginative young minds, especially when mom turns off the lights and all the scary movies and stories you've experienced come real.

    You dread the silence. Just as much you dread the nighttime creaks and small sounds that might signal an unearthly being. To not be able to see more than a couple feet away during these scary times is terrifying. You strain your eyes. Some people would like to see what they're up against, some would rather not and hide. Your blanket is your protector. You huddle under it, invisible, and pray.

    I, personally, would rather have my house swarming with monsters and not ever meet one. What you're scared of is seeing. Let it live there, as long as I never see it, I'm fine. But...Still...the sounds, the imaginary knowledge of some ugly source with the power to eat you is somewhere near, leaving you restless, afraid to close your eyes. So, to drone out the sounds and the silence, you make noise. Your own noise, telling the monsters off.

    It's one way to take control. You cuss at them. You tell them you're not scared. You tell them they better stop creeping and pack up and go home because you know they're there. You fill the silence with your own voice, too focused on spurting out words hurtful to monsters for the forces to still have a hold on you.You have no fear to feed the imagination feeding the monsters. They pack up, go home, and fade. A car swishes by outside, and you are reminded of humanity.

    Eventually you get too sweaty under your savior blanket, and dare to come out; exposed. Your mind stills, and you sleep open to the sky, peaceful.

    Then, there are always nightmares...
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