Where Do Monsters Live?
There is a moment, often just before sleep, when a child’s question rises from somewhere deep and mysterious—simple on the surface, yet carrying something much larger beneath it.
“Mommy… where do monsters live?”
Where Do Monsters Live? begins in that moment.
It is a story that gently opens the door to the unknown—not to make it smaller, but to see it differently. What once felt shadowed and frightening begins to soften, to shift, to reveal something unexpected. The darkness is no longer empty. It is alive with movement, with wonder… with quiet, unseen worlds unfolding just beyond what we can see.
Through the tender rhythm of a mother’s voice and the wide, imaginative landscape of a child’s mind, fear begins to loosen its grip. It transforms—first into curiosity, then into something even more beautiful: a sense of awe.
And beneath it all, this story offers a quiet reassurance—for children, and for the part of us that still remembers what it is to be small in a vast world—that what we fear is not always something to turn away from.
Sometimes, it is something to gently turn toward.
Because even in the night…
there is light.
Where Do Monsters Live?
Mommy, where do monsters live?” “There are no such things as monsters, sweetie.” “NO, I said, where do they live!” “Oh, ok, sorry. Not everyone believes in them, but I had an aunt once who believed in them, and she told me they live in the craters of the moon, and play games in the sky.” “What games do they play, mommy?” “I guess their favorite game is: Catch the Stars. They throw stars back and forth to one another, and sometimes they miss, and if you look up in the sky at night, you can see one of their stars falling. I guess they also like to slide on the Big Dipper, and swing on the end of the Little Dppper. Some monsters like to collect moon rocks, and others like to play hide and seek in the craters.” “Are monsters nice to people?” “My auntie told me if you see a monster and look them straight in the eye, they won’t bother you. They aren’t nice, but they won’t be mean if you aren’t afraid of them.” “But I’m afraid of them, mommy.” “I’ll hold your hand whenever you see one and we’ll look at him, or her, when they come to visit. Overtime, when you aren’t so scared, they’ll get bored and just stay up in the sky.”…