Monster in the Closet
I stood up and walked up the stairs.
Once I reach the top I stand in front of the door.
The lock is broken so I simply push open the eerily creaking door.
"Yes, my Blossom?"
She is shaking in her bed and holding the blanket to her face.
She tries to speak but her voice is quivering.
"D-daddy, there's a m-monster in the closet."
"Honey, you don't have a closet."
She points to the far wall.
There, two white closet doors suddenly stood.
I put my finger over my mouth for her to stay quiet and begin walking towards the closet.
It sounded like every step made a louder crack in the carpeted floor.
As I reach the closet doors, I put both my hands on the handles and swiftly opened them.
My daughter was sitting in the closet, trembling.
"Daddy, there's a m-monster on my b-bed."
I slowly creak my head behind me and see her standing behind me.
I hide in the closet.
…
I pull into the driveway and walk inside.
I set my keys onto the dining room table and start walking towards the living room.
"Mommy!" "Honey!" My daughter and husband called.