Monsters and More Monsters

I live on a street on a dark alley in a cold and desolate city. It was a rainy and stormy night. The thunder was loud and the lightning lit up the sky.

“Let’s go outside,” said my friend, Pete.

“But it is storming out,” I said.

Pete didn’t care. He went outside. I didn’t want to be alone so I followed him. I was soaking wet within seconds. Pete was way ahead of me.

“Come on,” said Pete, waiting for me to catch up.

Pete turned around to see where I was and if I was catching up to him. He had a terrified look on his face. It scared me.

“Pete,” I whispered. “What is wrong?”

“Turn around slowly,” said Pete.

I turned around and I saw what Pete was looking at. In between the roars of thunder when lightning strikes lit up the sky, monsters faces appeared.

“Oh my!” I exclaimed, watching the different faces. “I can’t believe what we are seeing.”

“I have seen about twenty of them,” said Pete. “I have been counting them.”

After about 30 faces appeared, we saw the monsters parading down our street. They were heading straight for us.

“What are they doing?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” said Pete, in a shaky voice. “I don’t think I want to find out.”

Pete and I walked quickly up the street. The very first street that turned to the right, we took it. We stood in the darkness watching the monsters parade by us, one by one. Just as the last one walked by, I sneezed.

“No!” exclaimed Pete. “Why did you do that?”

The monster walked toward us. I was shaking and tried not to look at his bright green eyes.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” laughed the monster.

“You aren’t,” I said, a big wave of relief washed over me.

“No,” said the monster.

“What are you doing out here?” I asked.

“We are having a monster parade,” said the monster. “We do this every year.”

“Oh,” said Pete, who just found his voice. “I do remember reading about that.”

“Thanks for telling me,” I said.

“I forgot about it,” said Pete.

“I am just glad they aren’t going to hurt us,” I said.

“I guess we just jumped to the wrong conclusion,” said Pete.

“We shouldn’t have been too quick to judge you,” I said.

“That is okay,” said the monster. “It must have been pretty scary seeing all of us.”

“It was,” admitted Pete. “There were a lot of you. I counted 30.”

“Only 30,” said the monster. “There was supposed to be 31. We’d better go now.”

The monster started to walk away quickly.

“Wait!” I cried. “Why are you leaving so quickly?”

“You will see in a minute,” said the monster.

Pete and I stood in the middle of the street and we hard a big roar of thunder and then we saw the biggest and brightest lightning strike. Pete and I looked at each other with fear in our eyes.

“Let’s run,” said Pete.

It was too late. Pete and I saw the biggest monster coming straight for us.

“Don’t look into his eyes,” I told Pete.

It was too late. Pete stared into the monsters eyes and it was terrifying. The monster had bright red glowing eyes.

We were both pretty scared but then we saw the monster smile. Pete and I couldn’t help it. We both smiled back at him.

“I didn’t mean to scare you,” said the monster. “It seems that everyone gets scared of me right away.”

“That is okay,” I said, feeling sorry for the monster.

“How would you and your friend like to be in the parade?” asked the monster.

“We would love it,” said Pete and I.

“Come on then,” said the monster. “Follow me.”

Pete and I followed the monster in the parade. We both learned something very valuable. We learned not to be so judgemental.

We had a lot of fun with the monsters that night and we were invited to the Monster Parade for the following year.