When I was little, I feared there were monsters under my bed and in my closet at night. I imagined they were hideous creatures who wanted to scare or do harm to me as I slumbered peacefully at night.
Where this notion came from, I am not exactly sure. It might have stemmed from my parents joking how the Bogeyman would visit me if I didn’t behave, my brother watching scary movies like The Wolf Man and Dracula around me, or my Christian roots and learning about Satan (also called the Devil).
In any case, my fear of monsters continued for quite some time before I un-masked the real monsters in the world. Continue reading Reflections: The Real Monsters
