The Monster A Walgreens Halloween decoration is my monster. Her piercing, soulless eyes and the circular black hole on her see through forehead are what got me. Although the decoration was only a cranium with a veil, I imagined this woman to be so much more. Being the eight-year-old I as, naturally, a twisted tail was soon created. I gave her a life, a purpose; when I would tell my friends about her, she would occupy their dreams too. Everyone on the block was afraid of my nightmare. No one under the age of twelve could walk down the street alone at night in fear that she would snatch us up murder us in the cornfield behind our neighborhood. Many different visions flooded my mind, but being able to see the bullet in her brain chilled me to