Who knows where the hell it came from. What's bothering me is that it's right there in front of me--right now. Who says that monsters don't exist? They're everywhere. Everywhere you turn, they're there. In the shopping malls, groceries, gas stations, office-buildings, they're everywhere, and they're multiplying by the hundreds. But this monster in front of me, it's different. First of all it's huge, like a grizzlie bear on steroids. But it's even more hairy than a bear. It's quiet though. It doesn't growl like how monsters do in the movies. But man, are his eyes scary! And his claws, as long and sharp looking as sickles. I stood there frozen, looking like an idiot holding a huge bag of trash in my robe and boxers. This is not how I imagined the way I would die. Not in these clothes. What will everyone think when they gather around my body at the crime scene.

"Sarge, the victim seemed to have traces of semen on his robe. Do you think he was somehow raped by whatever killed him?" asks a rookie cop. "No. I think that semen was his." says the sergeant.

Things will get messy if I don't do something. Run you fool! my brain tells me. But my legs are locked like a Fort Knox vault. It seems to be hesitating. His eyes don't seem to be as fierce looking as it first did. I don't think the thing even gives a damn about me. He's just standing there eating some leftover pizza in my neighbor's trash can. Could it be harmless? Either way, I'm not taking my chances. My whole life, I've been surrounded by monsters, evil ones. I see them everywhere, I talk to them, I interact with them, I make love to them, I watch football games with them on Sunday nights. They're everywhere, and I'm one of them. I know fully what monsters are capable of. They kill without mercy, even for no reasons at all sometimes. When you're a monster, you don't need reasons. You act on instinct, on primal fucking instinct. I can't trust this monster as well. Although, it doesn't seem to be harmless. It kind of looks innocent, the way teddy bears are innocent, or the way red balloons in the hands of a child is innocent. I relaxed and dropped my trash bags as I slowly walked up closer to the monster. I no longer felt terrified of it. If anything, it seemed like it was terrified of me. I must be the one who looks like a monster in his eyes.

"It's okay. I won't hurt you." I said softly as I reached out my hand to touch its head as it crouched down. Its eyes, they were emerald green. I saw a fragile creature beneath its thick fur. This monster, this thing had a soul that spoke softer than any soul I've seen in humans. My hand inched towards his head. I was so close that I could feel his body-heat on the palm of my hand.

BANG BANG BANG!

Large amounts of blood slapped me across the face. The red liquid was very thick and warm, as it dripped down my face.

"I got him neighbor! I got that fucking piece of shit! Whoo-yeah!"

I looked down at the lifeless body of the creature lying motionless in a pool of blood. I looked to my right and saw my neighbor in his back porch holding a tall can of beer and a 12-guage shotgun--it's barrel still smoking at the end.

"I saved your life man! That thing could of killed you. You gotta be careful around here. There's monsters everywhere."

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