Monsters aren't real. Just the same as god or Santa. Maybe Santa is a monster. It would be just as scary if he was real. This thing. Stranger. Scrabbling down the tiny little chimney of your house and coming out big and fat. Like he was made of elastic. Stretchy. No face, just hair and eyes. Fat as a cow and huge. Leaving things for you - everything that you said you wanted. Like how they put bait in mouse traps that's exactly what the mouse wants to eat.

But monsters aren't real. They're just a thing in your head. Like dreams. Dreams don't mean anything. Monsters don't mean anything. All of it is just pictures. That's all it is. I'm sure.