There are monsters in this world, and they look like you and me. There are monsters in the world and they live and breathe. There are monsters in this world that if you cut them, they will bleed. There are monsters in this world and they hide where everyone can see.
We are told to be scared of the unknown, but the unknown is not what hunts down our children in the streets. There are no vampires lurking in the dark. No werewolves waiting for the full moon. No, the monsters that rip babies from their mothers’ arms and burn families alive are not dark fae with enchanted wings.
No, the monsters that fill our world are not the same as the ones that fill our stories. The ones that we find between the pages and on our screens may have redeeming qualities. But the ones who slaughter pregnant women, murder old, and decapitate babies, those ones are not pretend.
There are monsters in this world, and they look like you and me. There are monsters in the world and they live and breathe. There are monsters in this world that if you cut them, they will bleed. There are monsters in this world and they hide where everyone can see.