I was just reading a post on dreams and it brought back “memories” of my childhood monster. Mine was about a foot and half tall, and covered in fur. I’m not sure when it first came to me. But I know I “killed” it somewhere in 3rd grade, if you understand me. For some reason it seemed to want my toes, and I thought if it bit me I’d turn into one giant toe. This terrified me. Don’t you laugh! Well, too late. At this age, I’d like to believe myself when I say it isn’t real. But I saw some things. Like the day I “killed” it, I saw it in reality, I think, for the first time. It got sucked into the groud with a bunch of fire. Weird. Lastly, it talked to me in my thoughts.
Anyone else have a childhood monster? Feel free to share.