There are monsters in my room.
They are there. And they are watching.
They sit, silently each evening, watching you as you go about your routine.
Since the beginning of time they have been revered as the frightful beasts of the night.
Their glistening black bodies quiver in preparation for the ritual nightly feast.
An evil sight they are. With their vampire swiftness, they circle you, studying you...
Just before sinking their fangs into the depth of your veins, draining the life out of you.
The traditional tools don’t work anymore. Neither garlic, nor crosses nor holy water this time.
Now, they are hungry and they must feed.
They morph out of the waters, their young need no instruction for the kill.
Their lust for blood is fed by an eternal hunger. Your warm living body thrills them.
Yes, they sit there resting their skinny legs, waiting for the right moment to strike their prey.
And while you are paralysed with sleep, they dive down....
First 2 of them. Then 3. And 5. Circling your warm body, searching for the veins.
And all at once, their fangs sink beneath your skin, extracting the metallic smelling blood from out of you....
Mosquito season is back.
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