Romans & histoires Monster In A Closet

Hodor has led their way. The light from the sun has filtered through the high window. The pattern that it creates revealed one huge indescribable monster imprisoned in the cage raised a meter above the ground. On the left side is an array of huge iron cage stuffed with numerous monsters. Most of them have huge sharp teeth ready and hungry to devoure anything; few got wings, but all of them are large monsters that could squeeze a house into the ground.

The sunlight entered through it and gave me the signal of daytime. They trapped me in this small room without clothes and food. My condition was getting worse with every passing second. I don’t understand what to do and how to get out of this place. I didn’t even have any weapons to help myself. My hands were secured behind my back and they tied my legs to the chain. How could I get out of here? Suddenly, the door opened, and someone’s shadow appeared in the doorway. I didn’t turn at him because I knew who he was. The masked man. I closed my eyes and leaned against the chair, pretending to be unconscious.

He hissed at Marcus. Marcus sighed and nodded. “How many?” He followed to eavesdrop next to Clayton. There was no movement. There was no sound. They both gulped. The scent of fierce monster aired from behind the closed door… Their silence was killed as they felt wind blowing so fiercely into…. They saw a shadow of a man with his dark cloak mantle appeared in the front door of the castle…the door opened and closed by itself… Marcus and Clayton gasped with their half mouth opened. They impossibly could hide…

The only thing she does was penetrate the wires and pound her fingers on the hologram keyboard on the desk beside where I lay down. It formulate my system and added a new file that consists of information and data about the puppet. It was a monster. Not just a monster in fairy fables but worse than that. A "monster that never comes out of your closet" kind of beast. I asked her after I pulled my stone out of the couch. "What is this? Is this the puppet you talking about?" I raised a brow and an uneasy curl upon my lips. "A beast beyond the walls that have evolved and survived before the disaster occurs"

The oldest kid among them told the story of what happened to the owners of the house—of course he didn’t tell it as it happened because no one knows what exactly happened and so to fill that void he added more than he should to the story to make it spookier—it’s not like you could blame the kid Mission accomplished, they got scared. Instead of them to go to sleep they decided to play one last game. The oldest kid among them suggested The Closet Game. In this game all you have to do is step inside a closet that let’s not a silver of moonlight in, hold up an unlighted match and say, “Show me the light or leave me in darkness”. After a few moments, you are supposed to hear whispers and feel a p

“Now I’ve got to find another monster.” She stepped out into the hallway, her footsteps echoing against the stone walls. Pausing, she tilted her head, listening to faint murmurs nearby. Her eyes landed on the sign outside the door: THERAPY. The therapist's voice echoed in the empty room. "Monsters don't lurk in closets or under beds, they stand before us, smiling. Love blinds us to their darkness, letting us see only their light. These are the goddess's chosen ones... rare vessels of her power. Now breathe deeply, close your eyes, and request her guidance."

I sat there for what felt like hours, hugging myself, feeling like a child in her skin. I couldn’t tell anyone, I would lock the doors, check the windows twice, and sleep with the lights on. I would wait it out, like I always had cause if Jac had taught me anything, it was that monsters don’t live under your bed. They stand in your living room and smile like they belong there.

Safe and hidden from the monster who kills and forces me to be a cannibal. I finish cleaning and tuck myself into my closet about an hour before the bedroom door opens. I keep my breathing shallow as I listen to the footsteps, but something tells me it isn't the monster this time. The something is the clicking of heels hitting the floor instead of flat shoes. Curiosity begins to stir within me, but I keep myself still. I don't want to make anyone mad. All the animals in this house are dangerous. "What are you doing here," the monster growls, and I cringe within my dark closet.

I lock my doors, and barricade it with my dresser, then I close the curtains, sitting on my bed I’m thinking how I lock myself up from the outside world. With these four walls I created my world, a world that was full of fear. In my world Barry is a monster who had no heart, that only brings pain and misery. For a few weeks I was doing good keeping the monster away from me until one afternoon I came out of my room to head to the bathroom. Then suddenly out of nowhere the monster strike grabbing me from behind.

He remained motionless over me for a few agonizing minutes, his heavy chest rising and falling against my shoulder blades before he finally pulled out of me and stood up. The sudden loss of contact sent a violent shiver through my frame. I collapsed flat against the floor, unable to pull my trousers up, unable to move a single finger as the agonizing ache in my lower body began to throb in sync with my heartbeat. I kept my eyes closed, weeping silently in the dark, completely terrified of the monster he had become. A few moments later, the soft rustle of fabric broke the silence. Someone stepped quietly into the room, their boots stopping right beside my head before they gently dropped a thi