By: Sarah ChapmanCase #: 2759255Name: Emma Murphy, age 8Assigned Monster: “Undetermined”Status: “Disaster”I stare down at the case file in utter frustration. My job is to assign monsters to scare children and I was out of options. Over the past five years, every monster I assigned to Emma Murphy had quit. Her first monster was a giant humanoid serpent named Louis and he was a first level monster. He had only lasted for two years before he quit.
I wasn’t worried at first; children becoming accustomed to their monster was not a rare occurrence. I had simply put her file on my desk to deal with later. Once I had gotten around to reassigning Louis and assigning a new monster to Emma, I expected never to hear about it again. Rarely would I ever have to assign a third monster to a child. When I saw the case file reappear on my desk I was surprised. Since I had not observed this child and really had no intention of doing so, I just decided to assign one of our department’s second level monsters to Emma.
The monster’s name was Attenit and sometimes she even scared other monsters. But, to my dismay, she returned to my office a month after being assigned. Attenit had stormed into the room and plopped down onto the chair across from my desk. She had demanded to be reassigned because Emma was “uncooperative”. I ended up re-assigning her to a young boy named Tyler Kelly. After Louis and Attenit I had proceeded to assign every monster I could think of who would work for an eight-year-old. I looked back down at Emma’s file and at the available monsters.
There were only two monsters left; myself and Gahscul. But, I knew no eight-year-old deserved Gahscul. Gahscul was a third level monster and normally he got assigned to the worst kids in their rebellious teen years. I had no choice but to write my own name down next to the “assigned monster” category on Emma’s file. Fieldwork has never and will never be my cup of tea but desperate times call for desperate measures.
So, at 8:00 p.m when Mrs. Murphy tucks Emma and her younger brother Alexander into bed, I slither into the space between the bottom of Emma’s bed and the floor. Across from me under Alexander’s crib is a first scare level monster named Aimwraith. He whispers a word of good luck. As I realize Emma is drifting off to sleep I slowly slither one of my arms out from under the bed and run a long finger across her cheek. She instantly wakes up.
“I’m not afraid of you monster!” she whispers while shivering slightly. I jump back. A child had never spoken to me before. Normally they just call for their parents or start wailing. I am quite surprised but decide I must be hearing things. I decided to try another tactic.
I begin to rise to my full height when I hear the slamming of doors downstairs and yelling. I am aware Emma and Alexander have no other siblings and it sounds like adults arguing. I can only assume it’s her parents.
Emma threw a quick glance towards me before running across the room to slow Alexander’s crying. I start to piece things together. Emma’s strength when she heard the doors and the yelling, Alexander’s crying, and why every monster that returned from this assignment seemed shaken.
I suddenly realize why Emma was not afraid of any of the monsters I had sent her. She has her own to worry about. Would I be another monster in her life? No. It was then I decided I would be Emma’s protector until she grew old enough to protect herself or get help. I tuck Emma into bed and whisper the first words I have ever said to a child. “I’ll be back tomorrow night Emma.
Now you have no need to worry.”I can finally change the status of this case to “Success”.