I stare at the file and realize I have no options. Over the last 2 years, every monster assigned to Charlotte Dower has quit, every last one. Her first monster; a giant goldfish-faced humanoid named Bubba had been with her for four years and then she wasn't scared of him anymore. After that it was a string of common, uncommon and rare monsters. . . I even assigned a sentient sock monster to her. He came back crying!
I look at my tablet, only one assignable monster was left; myself. Field work has never been my cup of tea but desperate times call for desperate measures. So at 8:03 pm, after Mrs.Gideon tucks Charlotte and her little brother Daniel in bed, I slither into the space beneath Charlotte's bed. Across the room under Daniel's crib is a rookie named Chico-- a standard Creep kind of monster.
I turn my attention to the bed above me, Charlotte is still awake but barely. I reach up over the bed and run an ice cold finger over her cheek. Silence. I do it again.
"I am not afraid of you monster!" Charlotte whispers but her voice is shaking. I can see a small clock on the wall. It's 8:14. A door somewhere in the house slams and there is an audible hitch of breath from above me. A few minutes go by and I can hear Francis Gideon yelling at his wife. There are heavy footsteps on the stairs and panting breaths. Charlotte scrambles off bed and . . . She. CRAWLS. Under. The.Bed. With. ME.
"Move. Over!" Charlotte hisses at me. I do.
The door to the bedroom slams open and I can smell human intoxicants even before the man steps inside. Now I know why Charlotte isn't scared of any of my monsters; she's scared of her own.
Francis reaches a hand under the bed and I thrust my wrist into it. He begins to pull and so, I slither out.
"What the . . . " I cut Francis' next words off by unfolding my full 12 feet height. Looming over the drunken man I caress my ice cold fingers down his face.
"If you ever touch, scare or harm my child again, I will find you, and I will do the same to you, for the rest of eternity." I promised to him.
As Francis runs out of the room he soils himself.
I pull Charlotte out from under the bed, tuck her inside the covers and kiss her forehead goodnight." I'll be back tomorrow night, sleep well darling."
Charlotte Dower is my child and I am the monster under her bed.