The Closet

I’m afraid now, even more. More afraid, than ever before. I wish my mom, was with me here. So there would be, no need to fear. But my mom is gone, she went somewhere else. She left me here, all by myself. She went to the store, to get me some food. I asked to go with her, but she was not in the mood. So I had to stay home, with that thing inside. Inside my closet, is where it likes to hide. I sat down on the sofa, and down the hall I turned to look. It’s not real I tell myself, and opened up a book. I thought I saw something, from the corner of my eye. I slowly turned down the hall, to see a dark figure walk by. My pulse began to quicken now, and I started to cry. I prayed that it would go away, I didn’t want to die. My prayers were never answered, is how it seemed to me. It moved back across the hall, by then I could hardly breathe. I wondered if I should get a weapon, something to defend myself. But I realized it would be pointless, I couldn’t fight off hell. I decided to take it like a man, like I thought my daddy would do. It wasn’t as easy as I thought, as nearer to me he moved. I thought about the past, had I lived a good life of mine? I had barely lived a life at all, I was only nine. By the time it got to me I was sobbing, tears rolling down my face. I pretended I was somewhere else, any other place. As it laid it’s cold dark hand, upon my shaky arm. I thought for a second that this was my friend, and didn’t want to cause me harm. The thought quickly disappeared, as it yanked me down the hall. With my head, I broke the fall. Into the closet, we disappeared. No one would miss me, was my only fear.