Sometimes Monsters Wear Beautiful Faces is a short story! Here is a little excerpt from the story, to give you a teensy-weensy idea what it’s about:
Jacob Malcolm moved down a snowy street, just as the large clock chimed ten on the top of the capital. His eyes stayed fixed ahead of him—unchanging, determined—maybe even aloof, even though the monster inside of him was screeching.
Then he passed the place. He stopped along the weather-worn, picket fence, and put his hand on the gate, much as he had done many years ago.