Monsters and more, monsters galore! What hides in the shadows? What lurks in the night? What reaches out for your throat to provoke a scream that curdles your blood, to violently shake the life from your body? Could this be your answer? This full-length collection of dark prose, short stories and novellas will surely appease your palate for all things beastly and ghastly. Rating: HIGH controversy.
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A short story from this collection:
Little Samantha should have told her cousin Amy about the thing hiding in her closet, but she’d been too upset at the time. The unruly Amy hadn’t been in the house two hours before she began getting on Sam’s nerves, what with her constant nagging about where Sam kept her candy stashed, and her callous treatment of Sam’s playthings.
Hadn’t Amy deliberately knocked over and dismantled her pretty building-block dollhouse, the one that Samantha had labored over for the better part of a week? And hadn’t Amy dared to snatch away her crayons and start drawing penises on half the characters in Sam’s coloring books? And when Amy had pushed the grill over in the backyard, hadn’t Samantha taken the blame, since she’d been the one chasing her cousin while trying to get her favorite dolly back?
Dorothy Dookie, that’s what Amy had rechristened her doll, formerly known as Dorothy Duke, Fashion Model. That had been the last straw for Samantha. When she’d been informed that Amy was to sleep in her room that night, Sam had been too upset and too fatigued to argue about it. Instead, she meekly went about brushing her teeth and getting ready for bed. The monster, she knew, would be taking care of her incorrigible cousin soon enough.
The thing lived in her closet, or more accurately, it emerged from a hole in the plaster along the closet’s back wall. Her dad said he’d get around to fixing that hole sooner or later, but he’d been saying that ever since they’d first moved in, and that had been six months ago.
It was as big as a cat, but it was gray and lumpy and dragged itself across the floor in a most repulsive manner, when it thought everybody was asleep. It might have remained in the closet, had it not developed a bad habit of chewing on Samantha’s shoes that forced the girl to store her footwear elsewhere. Whatever it was, it was strong enough to push the closet door open, and to wreak havoc on any cookies or crackers Sam might have lying about, even if they were all the way on top of the dresser.
More than once, Samantha had woken to the sound of the creature cleaving its savage-looking teeth into her dolls or building blocks. On one occasion, she’d dared turn on her lamp to catch a glimpse of the monster before it staggered back towards the closet and into its hidey-hole. The sight of its penetrating red eyes, sharp little fangs and grayish-brown matted hair was enough to make her regret having produced the revealing glare. Ever since then, the poor girl had resorted to throwing her hefty roller skates at it, in the dark, in the hopes of scaring the beast away. (She might have designated the thing a giant rat, were it not for the fact that it had no legs and rolled forward like a furry caterpillar.)
It might have taken two full minutes before the monster slinked from the far side of her room and back into the closet, yet it was always just fast enough to vanish as her groggy parents entered the room to find out what she was screaming about.
Her mom and dad had never believed her, just as they hadn’t believed that her precious cousin Amy could have deliberately shoved over the barbecue grill, in a successful effort to make Samantha look bad. Of course, Samantha had been infuriated when her own mom and dad had taken Amy’s side over that of their own daughter’s. But sometime soon, very soon, Amy would be getting her just desserts.
Sam vividly imagined the monster, skulking from its hidey-hole in the closet and worming its way out and across the carpet to where the unenviable Amy slept in her sleeping bag. In her mind, she could see the little beast sniffing about, and opening its fierce mouth in order to start chewing on her cousin’s face.
Keeping her head hidden under the covers, Samantha waited patiently in the darkness. When the shrieking eventually erupted in the cozy bedroom, it took all of the young girl’s effort to keep the mischievous grin from forming on her little mouth.
That would be the last time Amy gave her a hard time, ever.