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Rosemary’s Baby
By Klaus Poppe

The story was told in the first person through the eyes of a young boy.
His mother was pregnant with twins, and for some reason he was worried that a monster would be born instead.
In the end, the boy himself was the monster.
But Klaus Poppe’s weirdness came in when the boy feels relief at finding out that he is the monster, and ends up loving his little brother and sister like a normal sibling.

Once upon a time, in a land far away, there lived a nameless monster. The monster was dying to have a name, so he decided to set out on a journey to find his name. But the world was a large place. So monster split into two on his journey. One monster went to the East. And the other went to the West. The monster who went East came to a village. “Mr.Blacksmith, please give me your name.” “You can’t give someone a name.” “If you give me your name, I’ll jump into your stomach and make you strong in return.” “Really? You’ll make me stronger? Okay, you can have my name.” And the monster went inside the blacksmith’s stomach. The monster became Otto the blacksmith. Otto was the strongest man in town. But one day “Look at me, look at me. The monster inside me is has grown this large.” Munch-munch, chomp-chomp, gobble-gobble, gulp.
The hungry monster ate Otto from the inside. He went back to being a monster without a name. He jumped into the stomach of Hans the shoemaker but, Munch-munch, chomp-chomp, gobble-gobble, gulp. He went back to being a monster without a name. He jumped into the stomach of Thomas the hunter, but, Munch-munch, chomp-chomp, gobble-gobble, gulp.And once again he was a monster without a name. The monster went to a castle to look for a wonderful name. “If you give me your name, I’ll make you strong.” “If you’ll heal my sickness, I’ll give you my name.” The monster jumped into the boy’s stomach. The king was delighted. “The prince is well. The prince is well.” The monster liked the boy’s name. He liked living in the castle. So even when he was hungry he stayed put. Every day he was so hungry, but he stayed put. But one day he was just too hungry. “Look at me. Look at me. The monster inside me has grown this large,” said the boy. The boy ate the king and and all the servants. Munch-munch, chomp-chomp, gobble-gobble, gulp.

One day, the boy came upon the monster who had gone west. “I have a name. It’s a wonderful name.” Said the boy. The monster who went west replied. “You don’t need a name. You can be happy without a name. Because we are nameless monsters.” The boy ate the monster who went west. Even though he had finally found a name, there was no one around to call him by it. Johan was such a wonderful name, too.