Darkest Days and Longest Nights

Monsters in the closet

Jim Kingston

After the incident in Chicago, I’ve come to the realization that when mom tells you there are no monsters in the closet or under the bed, she just doesn’t know the half of it. Monsters are out there…and they are hidden. The masquerade like you or I, but if you pay attention, you’ll see.

The vampire wanna-be is all glitter and emo…the real ones have the stillness of death and can shrug off bullets as if mosquito bites. They aren’t interested in reading you poetry; you don’t read poetry to the cow before you consume it. Holy Water and a cross? Useless. Garlic? Pointless. A stake? There you go.

Werewolves, Mages, Ghost, hell even Goblins…I’m sure they are out there. Once you see one monster, you know there are more in the woodwork. I just have to find out how to spot them, and how to kill them.

I’ve finally hooked up with some like-minded associates here in the frozen north. I set up some contacts, made some connections, and came into a web of information, with some redneck yokel apparently at the center of it. I don’t know much about him, but he has some good video, and has a job: apparently a hunter group went missing a few days back on a Hunt, and he needs some volunteers to go find them. While I know it sounds strange, it sounds thrilling. I’m tired of being scared and unable to defend myself. I know the monsters are out there, and now, I am going to kill them.

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