Monstrous

The dark voices aren’t real, they say.
They tell me it’s all in my head.
But the monsters want to play, you see.
So they’ll come for me in my bed.
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I’m still haunted by the monsters of my past.
And they remember me, too…
All I want is to feel normal. But the pills that numb the pain end up stripping me of who I am until I’m left feeling hollow.
When I stop taking them, I can see clearly again, and after so much darkness and tragedy, I’ve found myself.
Then come the voices…
Monsters.
Three of them.
Dark shadowy things that I thought only dwelled in my nightmares—they’re real. And they’ve been waiting for me to come home.
They want to open my mind to things I can hardly imagine, in my life and in the bedroom. But I’m scared. I’ve been running from my fears for years, and now these monsters want to claim me as theirs.
They promise me protection from a far more dangerous threat, an evil that tried to take my life before and wants to finish the job.
Am I losing my mind?
Can this really be happening?
I have a bad feeling that no matter what I do, I’m going to be devoured in the end.