Snuggled into a calm residential neighborhood lived a young man, John. Of all the magnificent two-story houses that surrounded him, he lived in the tiniest one. With barely enough money to make a living, he still called this place home.

In the backyard was a vibrant, thriving garden. Flowers from all colors of the rainbow filled the sight. Beneath the flowers were fruits which grew to perfection and vegetables that were grown for the most mouth watering meals. The lively garden had been in tact ever since John's mother sadly passed. He made it his life's goal to keep the garden alive in order to also keep his mother's spirit's alive.

Every morning at exactly 6 AM before work, John watered the garden. And every night at exactly 9 PM before bed, John watered the garden. But even as water hydrated the garden day in and day out, it always stayed exactly the same. Underneath the house, however were bugs that would attack in the night. They would slurp all the water that had been provided during the day and hide when John would awake. John was repeating what he had done the day before with not a sliver of progression.

But the bugs never used to be there. For they were born from the monster within the house. There were clothes covered in dirt scattered throughout the living space. Dishes and trash piled up to the height of the ceiling. Food scraps covered the floor becoming the new carpet. And the stench that flowed inside could kill someone the instant they opened the door.

While John thinks he is keeping his garden alive, he is killing it all the same. His mother would be proud, but not at this.

For, John is the real monster living in the tiny house.