The Monster Under the Bed

The young woman, just turned 18, had no idea what was about to happen. She had grown up knowing that there were monsters under the bed, monsters outside of the house, and sometimes monsters inside of the house. She had often wished for the strength to defeat those monsters, to walk around outside without fear. She was a victim of that fear, of the terror of the unknown. Would the strangers outside attack her? Would her father find another reason to be unreasonably angry at her? She did not know the answers to these questions, and that gave her more reason to fear. It was dark outside now, and she knew that most people would be falling asleep, feeling safe in their beds. But she did not have that luxury tonight. Soon, after the surroundings grew quiet, she would need to take care of the monster under her bed.

It hadn’t taken much effort, which had suprised her. For her entire life, her monster had seemed to be unbeatable, something so strong that she had thought she would never be able to win. But she had done it, and in a little while she would finish her mission. She knew that no one would find what remained of her monster, and that no one would ever know that she defeated it. But that was fine with her. If it let her sleep in peace at last, she wouldn’t mind being unknown.

Her neighbor’s body was starting to smell, and she knew she would need to dump it soon. She still needed to clean up the throw up that he had produced when he ate the posioned dinner she had served. He deserved to die, and she knew that no other little girl would have to suffer his degrading touch again.