[ TT ] A child is kidnapped . Outraged , the monsters that live under their bed and in their closet vow to find them .

Listen, people seem to think that monsters are bad guys. Well, they're not completely wrong. We're bad guys with a purpose. Monsters are n't that much different from humans. We wake up, go to work, have a meal and sit around doing what we love most and then go back to sleep. The major difference is, our job is to scare you. 
 
 It's nothing personal, just business. Your fear is what drives our life force. Without fear, monsters have no purpose or reason to exist and thats just that. Most monsters are rational and like to keep it simple. We stick to one child, do n't make a lot of commotion to the point where we scare you but not enough to leave evidence, and make sure you are n't harmed. Remember that time as a kid where you cried to your parents about the monster in your closet but they told you it was n't real? Yeah, he's real. But he wo n't ever hurt you. He's just trying not to die and not to expose himself at the same time. 
 
 Generally, we have an unspoken rule. Do n't invade onto other monster's territory. If scary terry has a human, she's off limits. When those rules are broken, things get nasty. You see, no one is allowed to break that rule. Whether its a monster, demon, or even a human, a monster's territory is a monster's territory. 
 
 For me, I never had to worry about that rule. I was respected by the community and nothing dramatic ever happened. Ever since ancient Egypt with the great pyramids being built and all, I've been around, scaring people and creating nightmares and myths about me. Of course, in post-modernism society with all your gismos and gadgets, I'm not heard of much anymore but I'm still real. 
 
 Now, to you humans, I was somewhat of a `` baboon'' if baboons were 6 feet tall, a long lost Egyptian deity and terrorized people at night. To the Egyptians, I was known as Babi. Somehow, along the way of scaring people, I became a god of some sort with a bunch of people fearing me and also praying to me. Those were the golden days. But nowadays, I do n't have much to feed on and stick to one person. 
 
 Her name was Sarah. She was a small 6 year old girl who was the biggest sweetheart you'd ever meet. During the day, she'd play with her dolls, draw rainbows, get good grades and all that other cute shit little girls do. She was easily frightened too but I tried not to scare her too much because she has good intentions unlike most of you filthy humans. But she was oddly precious to me. By hiding in her basement and knocking on her window, I'd scare her enough to keep myself well sustained but not enough to cause serious damage. 
 
 One day, that all changed. As I awaited for her to come back in the middle of night for my bi-weekly scaring, I heard the sound of human sirens outside. Much like the sirens I knew, their sound indicated trouble. Sarah's mother was outside, hugging the male figure of the household and weeping as a man took notes of the apparent situation. 
 `` Yes sir, she was kidnapped around 4 p.m. We were shopping in the mall when we left her for one second near a carousel. Apparently, a man on footage offered her a ride on the carousel if she came back to his car. After that, there has been no signs of her. ``, the father said in a solemn voice. 
 `` I hate to inform you sir but the chances of finding your daughter are slim or almost impossible. Tampa is one of the biggest human trafficking cities in the nation and with almost no leads, we ca n't do much. Our force will try our best but I am extremely sorry to inform you of this.'' said the man near the wailing sirens. 
 
 I sat, baffled and shocked. For the first time in over 3000 years someone had actually dared to take my prey. This was n't just a matter of business anymore, it was personal. As her parents stood outside, I snuck up into her room and grabbed her favorite teddy bear. A cute little white bear with a red heart for one of its eyes that always reassured her in times of trouble. With her scent heavily embedded in the stuffed animal, the hunt began. 
 
 It took about five minutes for me to track her scent. Foolish humans, no wonder your life spans are so short, you guys ca n't accomplish anything. They took her to an abandoned warehouse near a port. Probably the most stereotypical place for a human trafficking meet up. These were A-class morons. 
 
 There were four men near the giant crate which smelled distinctly of Sarah. Presumably, they were her guards. While rescuing Sarah was important, I had not been sighted in over 3000 years. It was important for me to operate in a stealthy manner to keep my identity hidden from you disgusting humans. The last thing I wanted, was a bunch of cryptozoologists and freaks chasing after me and trying to document my behavior. Seriously, look at poor Bigfoot. The man has 0 privacy and ca n't even do his job. 
 
 I quickly took out all the cameras in the area. I guess being a demon/god/monster/thing had its perks in terms of strength, scent and such. It was go-time. 
 
 I stealthily walked up behind the first guard, tapped him on the shoulder for a little bit of fun. He turned around, his pupils dilated as his mind attempted to process what he had just seen and screamed. Typical human. The blood rush from the mass amount of fear reminded me of why monsters go rogue and actually attack humans. But too much of this stuff fucks you up. Faster than you humans jump to conclusions, I took a bite of the mans neck. Man, you guys taste gross as hell. He fell to the ground limp. The other guards became aware of my presence and attempted to do something. 
 `` Holy fuck John! A giant baboon looking ass just bit the fuck off of Mike's neck.'' 
 `` Why the hell are you just standing there. Shoot the god damn monster'' 
 
 The humans attempted to hurt me but instead it was quite ticklish. Did they really think after centuries and years of living, a cheap toy could wound me? As their toys bounced off my chest, I walked up to the humans, grabbed them by their scrawny necks and clapped them together. The blood rush was real. You humans like to get intoxicated and drink and smoke and destroy your bodies. To us monsters, this was the same effect. The other was slightly smarter than his friends and tried to run. But he was n't that smart. Within seconds, I had caught up to him and shredded him apart like a cheese grater. After the guards were dead and no other witnesses were there, I pried open the metal box and found her tied up. With tears in the corner of her sapphire eyes, I handed her her favorite little toy and picked her up. Without saying a word, I returned her to her household in the middle of the night. Then, slipping out as quietly as I did in, I went to the basement to rest. 
 
 To this day, I watch over her. Humans have come in for questioning, reassurance and all of that other human trash but no one other than Sarah knew the truth. Of course, after revealing myself, my scariness diminished. Over the years, my tricks and acts had less of a frightening effect on Sarah. But this one was special. 
 It was her last day of living in the house. She was going to something humans call `` college'' and was about to leave. When she went into the basement, she found her long lost white polar bear. Beside it, I stood, old and frail. For some reason, I could never move on from Sarah. She looked at me and recognized me immediately. 
 `` Is it you?'' She said with a sense of awe and fear. 
 I nodded silently. 
 Suddenly, the human girl ran up to me and gave me a warm embrace. A feeling I had never felt. Years of fear, sacrifices, and violence but not a single act of friendliness or help or even remorse. Smiling, feeling this new sensation, I faded off into the wind leaving Sarah alone for the first time since she was born.
