ImaginemonsterVi

Every night for the last few months, I have been plagued by sounds that other's call my "imagination". The bumps and Cracks! of creatures that outsider's swear were merely the arthritis of the weathered Oak and the concerned knocks of the wooden giants outside my home. But that's not true! They're real. I don't just make things up. What sense would that even make? Do you think I want to lie awake at night scaring these horrendous beasts from the rooms of my parents and sister? DO you think it's fun to run about on quieted steps through my home with nothing but the weak touch of a stupid flashlight to defend myself? No, I don't. I've become m