When I was a little boy, I was afraid of monsters. They always lurked in the dark places where the light didn’t reach. It didn’t matter how many times my father shone a flashlight into the dark corners of my closet: I knew, the moment that the light was gone, the monsters would come back.
And they always did.
When I grew up, I learned why: the real monsters don’t hide in dark corners and closets. The real monsters are the ones that live behind your eyes, in the darkness of your mind, and it takes more than a flashlight to send them away.
You’ll find what you’re looking for in my basement. She’s still alive, but the others are long dead. (I’ve kept their teeth in Ziploc bags in my file cabinet. Maybe you can identify them from dental records.) She hasn’t eaten in days, and she has lost a lot of blood, but she might still live if you hurry.
All I ask is that you leave the light on when you go. This prison cell is very dark, and I’m afraid that the monsters will come out when you leave.
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