When I was little I used to think that monsters were apart of a fairy tale. That nothing as terrible as these gruesome creatures could harm me in real life. But then I started to notice them in the people I saw. The girl in my class who teased and taunted was a monster. The teacher who made me sob and screamed loudly was a monster. And the biggest monster of all was the reflection in my bedroom mirror. The girl who held it all in for the world but became something different when all alone. What happens when the thoughts in your head are sicker then the demons lying underneath your bed. I've come to conclusions that demons and monsters aren't just a fairy tale, they don't just stay hidden in books and movies, they are real. But instead of being under my bed or behind a closet door, they live in the darkest place of all, my mind.