This story is based off of a writing prompt: “Most monsters love Halloween, but you hate it because no one dresses as you."

I hate Halloween.

No, I don’t mean the movie, Halloween. I mean the holiday. I’ve hated Halloween and always have.

“Why do you hate it?”  Many ask me. After all, to some, Halloween is literally the best holiday ever. Free candy, dressing up as awesome and creative stuff, and Halloween parties.

The monsters love it, too. After all, they get to see that they have a fanbase, people dressing up as them. Just last year, I saw ten people dressed as Jeff the Killer, and another two as BEN Drowned. So why do I hate it?

I hate it because no one ever dresses as me. It’s only the famous monsters that get the fanbase to dress up as them. Everyone else in the shadows simply get left behind and forgotten. If one were to try and dress as them people would think they’re not dressed as anything.

There are other monsters than just the ones you read stories of. In fact, there are monsters everywhere, lurking in empty shells of humans, waiting to strike. Anyone could be a monster – the cute girl you met at the café, the bouncer at the bar you attended, or even your brother.

I’m one of the hidden monsters that no one knows of. The only chance they get to see me is in my work. They only see the little blocks that declare a person missing in their newspaper, or if I get sloppy and a little insane, the headlines on the news that declare them murdered.

Every time I kill one of my latest victims, it always ends up being a cold case. No one would be able to see a connection between all the murders, or any incriminating evidence. All they know is that someone died, either from poisoning, being brutally stabbed, or their skull being bashed in.

 No connection to a murderer is ever made. All my murders are carefully plotted to that they all look like they were done by different people, so that I’m not caught. However, I also despise how I’m so good that no one ever suspects me.

I kill for my one true love. I’m possessive, attention-loving, and psychotic. I can’t spend a minute watching my one true love spend time with another girl. He could decide that she’s better than me and then leave me for her.

As I have said just now, though, I am attention-loving in more ways than one. I’m the kind of girl who would love to be famous, but just can’t, no matter what she does. This includes murder.

I may be a psycho, but I don’t want to get caught, so I try to do just enough to keep myself from getting caught, but also being famous. Unfortunately, I’m too good at hiding evidence.

Besides, what would people have to dress up as if they don’t even know what their monster looks like? After all, I’m just an innocent girl. No one would suspect the bright-eyed, enthusiastic girl they walk by every day to be a monster in plain sight.