“Thanks for the supper mommy. It was delicious “
“Thank you honey”
As I hopped onto my bed, I started watching Netflix on my laptop . I don’t sleep in the night time. Well— I thought… what about watching a horror movie with some popcorn and soda.
It’s been a while since I watched a horror movie.
Got some popcorn from the kitchen with Pepsi. Usually , I’m not a fan of horror movies as they don’t exist… well I’ll keep you updated when I finish watching half of the movie.
While I was watching the movie, I heard a soft tone . That must be something else and then came the twist: the actress suddenly hugged the monster. What the hell …I thought to myself.
It was kinda like a circus inside the room.
The battery’s got over so I compulsorily have to sleep. While I was about to sleep, I heard a creaky sound . I must be daydreaming in the night.
Suddenly I heard a soft tone and as it appeared in front of me —ahh I screamed. Oh my god —really? You need not dress up like a monster and scare the heck out of me.
“Oh stop giving lectures my girl” said the monster .
Call them LECTURES or whatever, I don’t care.
Listen, you are my only friend in my life. I just don’t wanna lose you and be careful. No one should know your identity.
“Okay” said the monster.
Good night and get a good sleep daydreaming!
The next day while I was coming back from the school, I saw an ambulance near my house. I got scared and some thoughts, hallucinations about my friend M.
As I went nearer, I saw a fancy dress costume but I couldn’t see the face.
Oh my dear brother— I cried. You’re not a monster, you are like an angel. Rest in peace M
As my mom received the post- mortem , my family was shocked. It wasn’t a heart stroke, it was a murder. Who might have killed my brother? His bullying friends?
The report said that he was punched on his head . His bullies did it. The real monster without any costume did it.
I couldn’t stop crying. I remember those days when he was under my bed trying to scare me .
but now on behalf of his memory, I laid a picture under my bed and listening my ahhh’s stuck in my head. RIP to my bro M.
Remember: the real monsters are the bullies without hiding their identities , almost killing the angels like my brother M.