Monday

If I told you I had a man locked up in my basement, you’d think I was crazy and dangerous. So I won’t tell you that. I’ll admit that I have something locked in my basement, but I won’t say that it’s a man. I also won’t say it’s not a man. It’s not not a man. I’m not exactly sure what I have locked up in my basement but I named him Monday.

Monday is humanoid but I don’t know if he’s human. He looks kind of like that one actor that looks way younger than he actually is. But with glowing purple eyes. I called him Monday because I found it on a Monday by the way. Him- it- whatever- doesn’t matter. What matters is he scares me. I just moved into my first house and a few weeks in, I find out I have a basement. Joy. Property value going up. Then when I finally get in it, and I find out why it was boarded up and why the real estate agents didn’t know about it. Monday.

Whenever I go down there it just watches me… like it’s studying me. It doesn’t eat, doesn’t talk, doesn’t sleep… I don’t know what to do with it. I really don’t. I keep getting the feeling that I should tell someone but when I try, something stops me. It’s like Monday stops me.

I promise I’m not dangerous. I’m not crazy.