“Mommy, I’m scared! There’s a monster in the closet!” Little Johnnie said, holding the covers up against his face.
Susan Patterson sat on the edge of her young son’s bed, sighing once again as they went through this nightly ritual.
“I told you honey, there’s no such thing as monsters. You’re a big boy now and you needn’t be afraid.”
“But there’s a monster in the closet, Mommy! I saw him! I saw him! He’s gonna get me as soon as you leave!”
Susan rose from the blue rocketships of the young boy’s comforter and walked over to the sliding door of the closet. She slid it aside, revealing the young boy’s hanging shirts.
“See? There’s no monster. I know it’s been hard for you since your Father’s not around any more, but try to be brave, okay son? It’s what he’d want.”
Johnnie shook from behind the shroud of the covers. “Okay Mommy,” he said quietly.
“Good. Goodnight son.” Susan Patterson walked over to the door and flicked off the light.
Little Johnnie lay back in his bed in the darkness still afraid. He heard a noise, and looked over to the closet with terror to see the other door slowly sliding aside. The monster emerged from the blackness toward his bed, a giant dark shape looming with white eyes and yellowed teeth glinting in the darkness.
“Hello son,” the monster said.