I learned from experience that our parents lied when they said monsters weren't real... Because humans are the real monsters.
Yes us.
You.
Me.
Her.
Him.
They don't live under the bed they live in the real world where there really isn't no where to hide. I believe that humans are our own demons, and all together they are the most scarriest things on earth. Because why do people get killed? who gets *****? Who suffers? Who bullys? Who yells? Who causes pain? Anger? Fear? Abuse? …and caused by who you may ask?
Just another human I shall reply.