People don’t understand the difficulty being a beacon to the monster world.

I don’t quite know how it happened, but ever since I was a wee welp, the creatures from the other side have been obsessed with capturing me and putting me inside of small crates and little brass cages.

It really isn’t my fault.

I never made fun of them when I’d see them running through the yard, or stealing eggs from the neighbors. But that really is the problem; I see things that others do not.

Or maybe should not.

My punishment is monster abduction. Maybe you’ve got the same problem, I don’t know.

When I tell people about it, they just shake their heads and then rapidly change the subject to talk about their new station wagon.

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It happens mostly at night. (The Abductions.) I hear the chugga-chugga of their steam driven motorcars, the beastial laughter, and finally the claws at my door. Sometimes they’re rough. Sometimes it hurts.

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How they get here from Monstru, I’ll never know. Hell, I don’t even know how I get back, though I’m sure that it has to do with the big rift in the middle of their land. All I know is that I get hit in the head while I’m attempting to escape and I awaken… lately in the desert.

I’m starting to be surprised that I ever make it back at all.

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