This is a story about change.
There is a Boy who longs after his boyhood companion.
…the Monster who lives under his bed.
The object of his uncertainty.
His distrust of the world.
He has grown up.
He has lost sight of his fear.
Things that matter now do not really matter at all.
He feels it deep in his belly.
The Boy searches for his Monster.
His naive fears.
His boyhood terrors.
The stuffed animal of his past.
He chases down his childhood.
They play as they once played.
They fight in earnest.
They become angry and confused.
It is not as it once was.
The Boy kills his Monster.
He has killed his protector.
He has thrown away his shield.
He has become naked.
It is more than he can bear.
He cries beside the body of his rejected imagination.
He must resurrect his beast.
He must fear the Monster.
The Monster must be feared.
He cannot die.
He cannot die.
He drags it through the forest.
He drags it through the marshes.
He drags it through the ghost towns.
He drags it along the paths that have not been trodden for hundreds of years.
He bears the weight of his longing.
He makes the pilgrimage to save his boyhood.
He sees it in the flames.
He sees it in the night sky.
He feels its pain in nothingness.
He feels incomplete.
He reaches the house of Seer.
Seer lays hands on the beast.
The Boy sees the Monster’s life, his own life and still he cannot let go.
But the Boy knows something else…
…the Monster will not ever come back.
He dances like a child.
He rages like his Monster would.
The Boy loses his Monster.
But his Monster lives on.
His Monster will live to haunt another Boy, until he too becomes afraid of other things…
…and loses his past.