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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Teens
- Theme: Fairy Tales & Fantasy
- Subject: Life Experience
- Published: 03/03/2014
The Monster
People believe monsters are legends......
Some believe them to be viscous creatures......
Some believe them to be the ones cast out of hell.....
But my encounter with this one was different.
This is the story of how I became friends with the monster under my bed.
I wasn't the average boy , I spent my time reading , so i was unlike the average American I was not fat (No Offense), in fact i wasn't skinny either considering the fact i never exercised . I spend my time alone in my room, which astonishingly resembles a jail cell in green. That is if you have good lighting and an air conditioner, you have window, just a small one and a bed. It’s considerably big and I sleep on it alone so basically I’m loner by choice. The rest of my room was basically made of 5 other things , a bathroom (which is necessary since I’m mostly at home 24/7) , A closet ( which has books , stuff , books and books ) , a book shelf ( ya I read a lot ) , a grandfather clock and a writing desk .
The monster was my only friend
I first learn about his existence when I was nine. My father, General. A. Smith being a war general had died. He was 52 but eventually the scars that were left in his body were enough to kill a man. The doctor said it was miracle that he stayed alive this long.
I stood my ground , buried my tears in my eyes and stood for his burial emotionless even though I was young , I knew what had happened . That night I cried my heart out, my mom was not doing well either she didn’t talk to anyone. Ate nothing could not sleep either but she did not come up to comfort me .Then a voice filled my head. It is not possible to define it. It was a angelic voice but there was something dark about it .Something weird. I kept ignoring and crying. This time it was calmer and said something. It took time for me to register what it said. “Stop crying, your father's death was good for him it freed him from the agony caused by the ravages of war". “I lost my father today and you are trying to make accept it, me, a nine year old child?" I said. I was talking to no one in specific and did not expect a reply .It replied “Not many kids realize what death means at such a age, you do, you are clever than you look Mr. Smith”. "That's my dad’s name. I prefer to be called by my first name" I said. It replied “And that would be?" "Harry ..... Harry Smith, and who are you and how can I hear you?” I questioned. It went quiet for a moment as if to think of what to say, then replied “I don't have a name...”. "How can you not have a name everybody does". It was on the urge to reply, but was stopped by the sound of our grandfather cloak sounding thrice. "Ah ... my time is up, but we shall see soon Mr................Harry ". Little did I realize I had just gained a monumental friend.
The following days i waited to hear that voice again. I knew if i told anyone they would tell me crazy (its not like i have anyone to talk to.......I’m no good at making friends ), so i kept quiet.
Months later when my birthday had come , that night i was very happy, but i missed my father's presence in the house, and i started weeping , then the same voice from before spoke "Hello again”. It was not what you would say as cheerful but it was in a terrifying way soothing. "You again" i replied. "Well now, that’s no way to talk to someone who has come to comfort you “it said. “Why do you have to comfort me “I replied with a little more arrogance than expected. “It comes with the job “it said. “What job?" i asked cutting him short of talking. "Well that’s not what we are here to talk about now are we, I’m here to be your friend”. “I don't need friends "I snorted .It replied as cheerfully as its hoarse voice could "Of course you need friends, the only people who don't need friends are those who have friends". His stubbornness somehow made me like him more .That was when i got my first friend and i doubted whether he was real but i was afraid to ask him and thought it to be rude . So i played along with him and his tales of his travels to land beyond humans wild imaginations. Needless to say he became the companion i never thought i would have.
Months went by not a day i stopped talking to the voice. Suddenly time had flown away and i was 13. The voice being my best (and only) friend. I don't have a lot of friends, mostly my fault. I stick with books a lot (story books NOT text books) , my hair is clearly messed in a way it actually resembles a bird's nest , and i dress like an idiot . But there's this girl in school, Laura, short not hot but cute ,she’s blonde and she has got these amazingly beautiful blue eyes and she is just like me she reads way too many books . And obsesses over them a lot she as you can say is the only reason I go to school , so you could say she was my crush but i rarely talk to her if do its about books..... That was my life on an overall daily basis , get up ... survive........(on a rare occasion talk to Laura ) .........survive.......sleep . And obviously I told the monster about her. He changed from a monster to my monster.
Once I asked it for a gift. "If it is under my power it shall be yours" It replied. Before I could start what I wanted to ask “and no, I can’t help with love, let’s say that’s a skill set I’m against” . now that’s was over I asked what I wanted most after that " What are you ? , Who are you , how can i hear you ?, i want the answers" . it said "well I’m known by many people as many things , to some as their best friend " A warmth filled me ."I'm also known as a monster under people's bed, but what i am unknown to myself, I'm not human though, for all I know I could be a god”. A shiver went through my spine. Well you can hear me because; well i am under your bed ". I jumped, startled my body looked under the coverings of my bed and saw pitch black. “You cannot see me; i haven't materialized, and refrain from asking because i cannot. I need more power, it takes years for that ". I kept quiet, processing all the information. There was a monster under my bed, but for some reason i wasn't scared .shaken but not scared. "When can i see you materialize” i asked. "From now approximately 500 days" it said "then on my 15th birthday i wish to see you". "Granted" it said in a cheery voice.
Every now and then i yearned to see the monster's face. When i asked him how he looked, he replied with "i cannot see myself in a mirror, but those who have seen me describe me to have one ruby eye , the other eye made of the clearest moonstone and teeth made of the finest emerald " . I was in awe just by hearing it, i could imagine them in my mind, my mouth hung open (literally) this only made the yearning to see him more intense.
Soon the day came.
My 15th birthday.
It’s like this, the world suddenly decided i was going to have the best present in my entire life ,hence the day would suck like hell . It felt like hours had passed in school for every minute. The only thing that kept me going was my gift.
Finally that night i waited long , he was late , so i was left to my thoughts for some time , this is when i noticed he is always here by midnight and left by 3 AM and i wondered why ...... . Then his voice came and said "ready ". I replied excitedly “obviously " in the Snape voice i knew all too well. I went under the bed and there it was as i thought the ruby eye which was cut fine without a scratch , the right eye was a spherical pure white moonstone as white as can be ,his teeth were wide open in a smile too big . They unlike the ruby where jagged, uneven, but sharp as a blade. His face was well, black, but not exactly it was a black of the sky as it progresses towards day but you could see the difference, you could see the cut outline of his almost round face, it was a sight to be scared of a monster but , it was a face made for a deadly killer not a heart loving friend but i was not a one to complain . i could not relate that voice to that face . Then the day ended
You know they say for every good time there's a bad one, well that’s true, so true. This guy brad was the basic average school bully, big... Huge to be exact, dimwitted and usually bad natured, let me change that bad natured. i always steered clear of him but this time he headed straight for me , i just closed my locker and walked away when his arm fell on me and he dragged me back i fell to the ground . i stood back up he stared at me , i just didn’t give a damn turned and walked away , he obviously got angry and called at me " Harry , you little ass stop talking to her " he said in a outraged voice . " who are u talking about " i said in a calm voice , which irritated him . " Laura!!!”. “Oh , ya..... I’m going to have to say no “was my obvious response because there was no way I’m going to stop …… ever. That was it, he lifted his arm, out of pure instinct i hit back. Surprisingly mine hit first and he was on the floor. I had two second of dominance over him after which his friends/Henchman beat me up
Repeatedly
I broke my arm, it was a small crack but it hurt, and suddenly my phone rang ......... i picked it up and checked the number. Unknown number... oh well ... " Hello " i said , " Hi is this Harry ?" . i knew immediately it was Laura ... still "yep who's this " , " Its Laura "........ a weird warmth filled me .... I wondered why it didn’t happen before but did not ponder on it "oh... hey “, "I’m sorry ".... "for what " i asked , "Brad , that guy asked me out and i rejected him multiple times but that guy won't let down , then i had to find a way out so i told him i liked you and i didn't tell you yet , i thought it worked but that guy assaulted you , so it’s my fault " . i was stunned . By what was the question mostly because the girl i had a crush on just told someone she liked me.”Hey don’t worry about it “, i could hear her sobbing, that was it. The following was rage, utter, pure rage. “Sorry for disturbance get well soon ... bye " and she cuts the phone in a hurry. He pulled the last straw and he was going to pay
That night as usual the monster came, and we talked , i told him about everything , and he said nothing then i asked "your job , what is it ??" "what this , this is more of a pastime , but ya helping you is basically it " his voice was changing into a sharp one rather than a hoarse one , I didn’t notice that time or I did but I did not care . “Once you said you have a different set of skill sets. What does that mean ? “ . This was outrageous. I should not even think about this. But it was for Laura, my Laura. She’s the most important thing in my life I can’t just leave her to that bastard. So I asked “can u kill someone for me. The second I asked that I heard a grin; the angelic touch to the voice had gone. This …….
This was a voice of a demon not a monster. It said
“Yes.”
The Monster(PaddedProngs)
The Monster
People believe monsters are legends......
Some believe them to be viscous creatures......
Some believe them to be the ones cast out of hell.....
But my encounter with this one was different.
This is the story of how I became friends with the monster under my bed.
I wasn't the average boy , I spent my time reading , so i was unlike the average American I was not fat (No Offense), in fact i wasn't skinny either considering the fact i never exercised . I spend my time alone in my room, which astonishingly resembles a jail cell in green. That is if you have good lighting and an air conditioner, you have window, just a small one and a bed. It’s considerably big and I sleep on it alone so basically I’m loner by choice. The rest of my room was basically made of 5 other things , a bathroom (which is necessary since I’m mostly at home 24/7) , A closet ( which has books , stuff , books and books ) , a book shelf ( ya I read a lot ) , a grandfather clock and a writing desk .
The monster was my only friend
I first learn about his existence when I was nine. My father, General. A. Smith being a war general had died. He was 52 but eventually the scars that were left in his body were enough to kill a man. The doctor said it was miracle that he stayed alive this long.
I stood my ground , buried my tears in my eyes and stood for his burial emotionless even though I was young , I knew what had happened . That night I cried my heart out, my mom was not doing well either she didn’t talk to anyone. Ate nothing could not sleep either but she did not come up to comfort me .Then a voice filled my head. It is not possible to define it. It was a angelic voice but there was something dark about it .Something weird. I kept ignoring and crying. This time it was calmer and said something. It took time for me to register what it said. “Stop crying, your father's death was good for him it freed him from the agony caused by the ravages of war". “I lost my father today and you are trying to make accept it, me, a nine year old child?" I said. I was talking to no one in specific and did not expect a reply .It replied “Not many kids realize what death means at such a age, you do, you are clever than you look Mr. Smith”. "That's my dad’s name. I prefer to be called by my first name" I said. It replied “And that would be?" "Harry ..... Harry Smith, and who are you and how can I hear you?” I questioned. It went quiet for a moment as if to think of what to say, then replied “I don't have a name...”. "How can you not have a name everybody does". It was on the urge to reply, but was stopped by the sound of our grandfather cloak sounding thrice. "Ah ... my time is up, but we shall see soon Mr................Harry ". Little did I realize I had just gained a monumental friend.
The following days i waited to hear that voice again. I knew if i told anyone they would tell me crazy (its not like i have anyone to talk to.......I’m no good at making friends ), so i kept quiet.
Months later when my birthday had come , that night i was very happy, but i missed my father's presence in the house, and i started weeping , then the same voice from before spoke "Hello again”. It was not what you would say as cheerful but it was in a terrifying way soothing. "You again" i replied. "Well now, that’s no way to talk to someone who has come to comfort you “it said. “Why do you have to comfort me “I replied with a little more arrogance than expected. “It comes with the job “it said. “What job?" i asked cutting him short of talking. "Well that’s not what we are here to talk about now are we, I’m here to be your friend”. “I don't need friends "I snorted .It replied as cheerfully as its hoarse voice could "Of course you need friends, the only people who don't need friends are those who have friends". His stubbornness somehow made me like him more .That was when i got my first friend and i doubted whether he was real but i was afraid to ask him and thought it to be rude . So i played along with him and his tales of his travels to land beyond humans wild imaginations. Needless to say he became the companion i never thought i would have.
Months went by not a day i stopped talking to the voice. Suddenly time had flown away and i was 13. The voice being my best (and only) friend. I don't have a lot of friends, mostly my fault. I stick with books a lot (story books NOT text books) , my hair is clearly messed in a way it actually resembles a bird's nest , and i dress like an idiot . But there's this girl in school, Laura, short not hot but cute ,she’s blonde and she has got these amazingly beautiful blue eyes and she is just like me she reads way too many books . And obsesses over them a lot she as you can say is the only reason I go to school , so you could say she was my crush but i rarely talk to her if do its about books..... That was my life on an overall daily basis , get up ... survive........(on a rare occasion talk to Laura ) .........survive.......sleep . And obviously I told the monster about her. He changed from a monster to my monster.
Once I asked it for a gift. "If it is under my power it shall be yours" It replied. Before I could start what I wanted to ask “and no, I can’t help with love, let’s say that’s a skill set I’m against” . now that’s was over I asked what I wanted most after that " What are you ? , Who are you , how can i hear you ?, i want the answers" . it said "well I’m known by many people as many things , to some as their best friend " A warmth filled me ."I'm also known as a monster under people's bed, but what i am unknown to myself, I'm not human though, for all I know I could be a god”. A shiver went through my spine. Well you can hear me because; well i am under your bed ". I jumped, startled my body looked under the coverings of my bed and saw pitch black. “You cannot see me; i haven't materialized, and refrain from asking because i cannot. I need more power, it takes years for that ". I kept quiet, processing all the information. There was a monster under my bed, but for some reason i wasn't scared .shaken but not scared. "When can i see you materialize” i asked. "From now approximately 500 days" it said "then on my 15th birthday i wish to see you". "Granted" it said in a cheery voice.
Every now and then i yearned to see the monster's face. When i asked him how he looked, he replied with "i cannot see myself in a mirror, but those who have seen me describe me to have one ruby eye , the other eye made of the clearest moonstone and teeth made of the finest emerald " . I was in awe just by hearing it, i could imagine them in my mind, my mouth hung open (literally) this only made the yearning to see him more intense.
Soon the day came.
My 15th birthday.
It’s like this, the world suddenly decided i was going to have the best present in my entire life ,hence the day would suck like hell . It felt like hours had passed in school for every minute. The only thing that kept me going was my gift.
Finally that night i waited long , he was late , so i was left to my thoughts for some time , this is when i noticed he is always here by midnight and left by 3 AM and i wondered why ...... . Then his voice came and said "ready ". I replied excitedly “obviously " in the Snape voice i knew all too well. I went under the bed and there it was as i thought the ruby eye which was cut fine without a scratch , the right eye was a spherical pure white moonstone as white as can be ,his teeth were wide open in a smile too big . They unlike the ruby where jagged, uneven, but sharp as a blade. His face was well, black, but not exactly it was a black of the sky as it progresses towards day but you could see the difference, you could see the cut outline of his almost round face, it was a sight to be scared of a monster but , it was a face made for a deadly killer not a heart loving friend but i was not a one to complain . i could not relate that voice to that face . Then the day ended
You know they say for every good time there's a bad one, well that’s true, so true. This guy brad was the basic average school bully, big... Huge to be exact, dimwitted and usually bad natured, let me change that bad natured. i always steered clear of him but this time he headed straight for me , i just closed my locker and walked away when his arm fell on me and he dragged me back i fell to the ground . i stood back up he stared at me , i just didn’t give a damn turned and walked away , he obviously got angry and called at me " Harry , you little ass stop talking to her " he said in a outraged voice . " who are u talking about " i said in a calm voice , which irritated him . " Laura!!!”. “Oh , ya..... I’m going to have to say no “was my obvious response because there was no way I’m going to stop …… ever. That was it, he lifted his arm, out of pure instinct i hit back. Surprisingly mine hit first and he was on the floor. I had two second of dominance over him after which his friends/Henchman beat me up
Repeatedly
I broke my arm, it was a small crack but it hurt, and suddenly my phone rang ......... i picked it up and checked the number. Unknown number... oh well ... " Hello " i said , " Hi is this Harry ?" . i knew immediately it was Laura ... still "yep who's this " , " Its Laura "........ a weird warmth filled me .... I wondered why it didn’t happen before but did not ponder on it "oh... hey “, "I’m sorry ".... "for what " i asked , "Brad , that guy asked me out and i rejected him multiple times but that guy won't let down , then i had to find a way out so i told him i liked you and i didn't tell you yet , i thought it worked but that guy assaulted you , so it’s my fault " . i was stunned . By what was the question mostly because the girl i had a crush on just told someone she liked me.”Hey don’t worry about it “, i could hear her sobbing, that was it. The following was rage, utter, pure rage. “Sorry for disturbance get well soon ... bye " and she cuts the phone in a hurry. He pulled the last straw and he was going to pay
That night as usual the monster came, and we talked , i told him about everything , and he said nothing then i asked "your job , what is it ??" "what this , this is more of a pastime , but ya helping you is basically it " his voice was changing into a sharp one rather than a hoarse one , I didn’t notice that time or I did but I did not care . “Once you said you have a different set of skill sets. What does that mean ? “ . This was outrageous. I should not even think about this. But it was for Laura, my Laura. She’s the most important thing in my life I can’t just leave her to that bastard. So I asked “can u kill someone for me. The second I asked that I heard a grin; the angelic touch to the voice had gone. This …….
This was a voice of a demon not a monster. It said
“Yes.”
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