The monster showed up just after midnight. As they do.
Conor was awake when it came.
He'd had a nightmare. Well, not a nightmare. The nightmare.
The one he'd been having a lot lately. The one with the
darkness and the wind and the screaming. The one with the
hands slipping from his grasp, no matter how hard he tried
to hold on. The one that always ended with--
...A Monster Calls by Patrick Ness
Inspired by Siobhan Dowd
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