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We tell ourselves that monsters don't exist. That nothing lurks in the darkness just beyond the light's edge. We lie to ourselves. Pretending that we don't see those beady little glowing eyes peering at us from within our closets. Or under our beds.
I wish I'd never told Tyler those lies. I might not have, had I not been dumb enough to believe them myself. You see, I've suffered for years with the delusional belief that there's nothing more to this world than meets the eye. My wife still believes it.
To this day, she insists that I had something to do with his disappearance. To be fair, I can't say I blame her. Our marriage didn't end so well, and it didn't help that Tyler favored my house over hers. Besides that, how else do you explain him disappearing from inside a locked house, complete with monitored security system?
No. No one understands that part, but me. Because no on else was here to hear his muffled screams coming from beneath the floorboards. I was alone. Trembling from head to toe as I heard his muffled cries disappear into the earth below.
I still live alone, but I've left that old house. I couldn't bear to be in the place any longer, after Tyler disappeared. It certainly didn't help matters when I started hearing his disembodied voice calling to me from the dark depths of my bedroom closet at night.