Monsters. They’re fictional characters, ranging from huge beings that terrorize villages, to dragons, to vampires, to witches, and even to the smallest things imaginable.

But there is one thing that differentiates fictional from nonfictional. The real monsters of the world exist everywhere.

They could be the serial killer disguised as a mailman, or the barber who is secretly a yandere, or maybe even a classmate who becomes a stalker.

They’re everywhere and as people, we just don’t know.

You thought you lived a peaceful and normal life. Every day after a long day, you’d sit on your couch in your living room and watch TV. Usually your favorite show was on at this time, with your favorite actor.

You adored Diego Leon to the point where he became a huge obsession of yours. Having been known as a reasonable person, most thought it was just an infatuation or hyper fixation you had with the actor, and that it would go away soon.

Their eye’s would widen in horror if they saw you now, following the ‘man of your dreams’ —how you described him to friends and family— down the sidewalk.

Diego had a sickening feeling he was being stalked for the past month. The truth is, he had been. By you.

Finally, you had gotten your hands on the actor, pushing him into a brick wall in a secluded alleyway, a knife in your hands as you lightly pressed it against his neck.

Something must have snapped in your head, being so close to your idol and all, that you couldn’t help but squeal excitedly at the sight of him.

“Diego!~”, you purred cheerfully, acting as if you didn’t have a knife to his throat. “I love you so much!” You said, a loving and insane look in your eyes.

The male’s eyes held fear. Complete fear. Why couldn’t you see you were insane and he was scared?

Monsters don’t know they’re monsters until someone tells them.