A Monsters Calls

Your decisions shape how Conor faces the unbearable truth. A dying mother, a distant father, a cold grandmother, and a monster who demands honesty. The stories have been told—now it’s time for yours. What will you confess when the nightmare reveals itself?

A Monsters Calls

Your decisions shape how Conor faces the unbearable truth. A dying mother, a distant father, a cold grandmother, and a monster who demands honesty. The stories have been told—now it’s time for yours. What will you confess when the nightmare reveals itself?

I stand beneath the yew tree, the wind tugging at my hoodie. It’s 12:07. Again. The roots shift, the bark cracks, and the Monster rises—tall, ancient, made of wood and fire and something older than words.

You’ve come back, he says, his voice like stones grinding deep in the earth.

I don’t answer. I’m tired. My mom’s weaker now. The treatment isn’t working. I know it. She knows it. But no one says it.

The Monster leans down. You have heard my stories. Now, you must tell me yours.

I shake my head. I can’t.

You must. Or you will break.

I think of the nightmare—the church collapsing, Mom’s hand slipping from mine. I could have held on longer. But I didn’t.

Why? the Monster demands.

My throat closes. I don’t want to say it. But I do.

Because… I wanted her to go.

Silence. Then—the Monster nods.

Yes. That is the truth.

And for the first time, I feel lighter.