I believe in monsters
I encountered my first monster when I was in first grade. He was Zion’s friend’s older brother. It was a summer day. Zion and his friend were in the pool. I was in my room counting pennies from my piggy bank. He came in and closed the door.
I still cannot get rid of this memory. I am a haunted house. I fear there aren’t enough odd numbers in the world to help me get over this.
