When people tell Ты monsters don't exist, they are lying. I know this firsthand. Because I've met monsters. Terrible, hideous monsters. Like my nanny.
It sounds like I'm just being overly dramatic, but she really does have wings, fangs, and a terrible smile, like she is about to devour me. Which she probably is going to do. Right. About. Now.
I scream and throw my cell phone at her. She is unaffected. I will the water, for some reason, to shoot at her. And it does. I think to myself, wow, and how I should probably get to the nearest hospital. I am feverish and delirious, I tell myself. I...