Monster Sex

“That, is a long time to be doing this routine. Jesus.” She stepped over to the kitchen table, sat down, and stared at the walls. Well, at least she wasn’t terrified anymore. Still afraid, but apparently not so afraid she couldn’t come home to her haunted house. “ ... I have a haunted house.”

“I am not dead, or a ghost.”

“Then ... then what are you?”

“I am me. I am ... something that has shared lives with people when they are willing. It is who I am.”

“Ok.” Spirit, or monster, or both. Either way, she set her hands down on the table, and shook her head. “You’ve been ... with humans, for so long, being romantic with them. And every time the person dies, a part of you that grew as part of the romance, dies.” If she was a scientist, she’d think it was some sort of symbiotic relationship that allowed a strange, almost mythical entity to survive for thousands of years. She was not a scientist. She was, in fact, an idiot, who found the whole story very captivating, and sad! Just thinking ab