Un-Monster
Created by: [Tyler]

Sam walks in late tonight.
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I touch his hand. Cold and rougher than skin. It hurts. I pull away and he pushes past me to his bedroom.
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He doesn't even notice me.
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I see Brandon and Finn walk back to their room a few hours later. The two of them seem calm. They get along. They don't ignore each other. That's not really the problem.
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If Sam doesn't yell, everything is fine.

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[Note: password protected]
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Everything is not fine.
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Sam is upset. I notice it first. I don't know why. He walks around. I try to get out of his way.

Then I hear his footsteps. Squish. Squish. Wet.

Sam, please stop for a second.
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He keeps going.
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Please, Sam.
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He's almost to the bedroom.
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Hey, asshole!

He turns to me, low and scowling.
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I ask if he hears himself.
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He looks down.

"Holy—"

Yeah.

"Does that mean I'm—"

I don't know.

"Well, we gotta try this out. So we know for sure."
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No.

"Don't you want to see if this is what we think it is."

Of course I do. I always like knowing I'm right.

He pauses.

I don't know if I'm safe in here anymore.
But...
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Because I am right. And you know it, don't you? You think a flood showed up out of nowhere and ruined our whole room.

He lurches towards me, scowling.

I said it before. I say it again now. That's impossible.
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He screams at me.
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Water fills the room up to our ankles.
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That's the last thing I remember from last night.