When you’ve become accustomed to living on your own, caring for your children on your grand, historic estate, it’s hard to take on boarders. It’s even more difficult when the uninvited beings moving into your home live on another plane. After all, how do you complain to your lousy roommates…
We monsters like a good moving day. Watching you puny humans pack up all your belongings into milk boxes and stack them in a yellow truck makes us happy. We like seeing new places. Ever since you moved into this house, we monsters have been nothing but awful to you.…
We’d park the broom somewhere else, but this old castle was built centuries before the invention of garages, My Pretty.
“Home is where the heart is.” Humans think of the homes of their youth as filled with love, warmth, understanding, and comfort. But monsters get sentimental too. The homes, or pods, of a monster’s youth are remembered as filled with sticky, glowing, mucous for nourishment, connected to a temporary, mechanical…
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