I have come to get you, Conor O’Malley, the monster said, pushing against the house,
shaking the pictures off Conor’s wall, sending books and electronic gadgets and an old stuffed toy rhino tumbling to the floor.
A monster, Conor thought. A real, honest-to-goodness monster. In real, waking life.
Not in a dream, but here, at his window. Come to get him. But Conor didn’t run.
In fact, he found he wasn’t even frightened. All he could feel, all he had felt since the monster revealed itself,
was a growing disappointment. Because this wasn’t the monster he was expecting.
“So come and get me then,” he said. A strange quiet fell. What did you say? the monster asked.
Conor crossed his arms. “I said, come and get me then.” The monster paused for a moment,
and then with a roar it pounded two fists against the house.
Conor’s ceiling buckled under the blows and huge cracks appeared in the walls.
Wind filled the room, the air thundering with the monster’s angry bellows.
“Shout all you want,” Conor shrugged, barely raising his voice. “I’ve seen worse.”
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