A Monster From A Kid’s Show Or Was It A Specter Of Some Sort

April 2, 2025

by Aryanna

3 min read

Story Premise 3 min read (439 words)

"It was a Sunday morning late morning around 9-ish. I was looking for the remote control to switch on the television. My friend was there too and she was hugging our house cat, Aleshanee. When I was ducking down to see it (our cat had hidden the remote control under the table) in the corner […]"

It was a Sunday morning late morning around 9-ish. I was looking for the remote control to switch on the television. My friend was there too and she was hugging our house cat, Aleshanee. When I was ducking down to see it (our cat had hidden the remote control under the table) in the corner of my eyes I kind of saw a monster-like something walking pass and disappearing into the kitchen.

I stood up and looked around, I thought that it was my friend, but she was sitting on the sofa hugging Aleshanee. I asked her to see if she saw something walking to the kitchen “emm… Nop? Are you seeing things again?” she asked.

“No…I thought it was a beast man or whatever you call monsters here” I answered.

My friend somehow found the remote control between the gap of the sofa, and switched on the television. And there the monster appeared, I pointed at the television “there it is!” it was nearly the same monster which I saw at the corner of my eye.

My friend laughed her stomach out turning her face red… Of course because it was just a kid’s show (a young guy transforming into a superhero type of show I think), but that monster that appeared in the show was so alike… Let me describe… It had a octopus like head brownish red colored and it had a cape I think… But you know, costume plastic like…

(hahahahaha)

Alright, it may not be exactly what I saw but the figure lingered around was kind of like that monster which in the show it ended up being chopped by a shiny fancy sword? And exploded… (yup, that kind of show… Do not ask me what the logic of that is) but in “real” I saw it disappearing to our kitchen.

I did check the kitchen and saw nothing, but my friend thought that I became some sort of Otaku and so we ended up watching another show which is that famous colorful “5 men troopers” (Oh I had a hard time not cursing seeing them using their weaponries soooo wrongly! I really hate those kids shows…) .

Anyhow, I did not see that figure around that day, but several times I see things at the left corner of my eyes; sometimes a face and sometimes like a random shadow… But when I try to look at them, I will lost sight of them.

Does anyone else experience that?

PS MMPR was originated in Japan and I think I saw the newest one which what I understand is the 50th one, any Otaku here? Lol

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