Last night, a flying monkey flew into our house. She flew this way and that and scared poor Father.
He fell to the floor, turned blue, and died. “On your knees”, she spat and roared at me. “Warlock Shameful sent me here, Water Witch. He says you are psycho and that you lie! He never liked you! You make him sick, Witch!” The monkey then flew straight up to the sky.
I started to run, I tried to explain. Poor monkey doesn’t know the real story, I thought. She doesn’t understand the pain. She is blind to Shameful’s black history.
I can’t escape her. She wants to hurt me. Warlock’s cult has trained her to believe.
-By Tricia Lynn