[ TT ] It 's often said that we do n't fear the darkness itself ; we are truly afraid of the monsters it hides . This was never true . Monsters exist to protect us from the darkness itself by scaring us away .

It sat quietly in the attic, waiting, thinking. It could hear the children playing in the game room. It was Saturday and the kids were n't in school. From what it heard, they were pretending to be their favorite superheroes again. Austin always picked superman, while Jerry was either Spiderman or Batman. It knew all of the family member's names, even some of their friend's name. 
 
 It sat in the attic all day, and all night. It was always there. It had to be. The entrance to the dark attic was right in the game room, and what if Austin or Jerry opened it? When the men come in with their flashlights, the dark is repelled, weak and restrained. The children, though, can never know the abyss within the house. That's why it sits ready every day. 
 
 Sometimes it hears one of the boys come near the entrance door. One time a visiting friend twisted the doorknob and cracked the door open, and it was a foot away from the boy's face, ready to do what it must. The child closed the door again, when Jerry called to him. 
 
 It still remembers the 2 previous families that lived in the house, and what they were like. It wondered when the current family would leave and if a new one would take their place. It did n't really matter, because its task and purpose was all the same. 
 
 It never slept. It never ate. Worst of all, it never got to play. It never got to see and feel the rest of the house, and be with the families living there. All it could do was listen, and be ready. Amongst storage, and old holiday decorations, all it really did was paint their world in his head. Their strange world of light. 
 
 Finally it started questioning its purpose and self-worth. As the days grew, where it listened daily to Austin and Jerry grow older, it felt a burning desire to enter the game room. But it always remembered that it was just a monster, and something no person would want to see or be with. So now the days keep going by, and it sits there silently in the attic. Just waiting, thinking.
