Mind Muncher

Couldn't help myself...every monster needs a story.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All the names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents in this short story are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Nor do I claim to be a writer or author of any kind (or a painter).

The Mind Muncher

Bob unlocked his apartment door and stumbled in with a grin on his face. "Best hello-ween part ever," Bob said to himself. Throwing clothes around his apartment, Bob made his way to his bedroom and flopped down onto the bed. Giving a happy sigh, staring at the ceiling, he slowly closed his eyes and drifted off into a contented sleep. All the while, unaware that a strange diminutive eye stared at him from the window ledge.

The small creature kept to the shadows as it watched the human lay down on its bed. The creature's growing hunger and prim