#IM C R YING LEGGO

[needscool-blog]

 she hadn’t thought of monsters since she was a little girl.  monsters were never to her as the other kids saw them, a monster was her father’s face, it’s growl was the stomp of his boots ;  the storybook was her house at midnight.  the idea that things that went bump in the night were  &  had been real her whole life was enough to rattle her bones ,         whatever was in that pool that nibbled her ankle had taken barb   &   now they took tommy.   (   her tommy.  ) 

    ‘   alright , woman .  tell me everything ,  i have to know what’s really going on. ’     

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