A monster is not easy for a page.
I need to shut the car off quietly.
A man is not a misnomer, I know.
A monster opened the door, exited dead, not undead, but somewhere not dead. He quietly opened the door not yet alive until the--not yet--until all of the garage returns to 1. He breaths years to exhale the house, entered, closed, then shed old skin and became some hiss in the car door, became himself and remained.