by JAMMONICA
I have a fear of dragons
and monsters under my bed.
At night I hear noises whispering
from my head. And roaring noises
with a cat. The whispers in my
head get worst and worser everyday.
They get louder and louder—they
become real. The monsters become
real and alive. The whispers become
louder and all at once the bad things
actually happen. My house becomes haunted
and my dad grows insane. He keeps
talking about how we’re all going
to die soon. Everything that
I didn’t want to happen, and
all hell breaks lose.