Romans & histoires Monster In A Closet

I step down from the bed, walk to the door, throw it open and step into the hallway. The palace is eerily quiet, not a single sound echoes from the corridors. I quickly walk toward the grand hall but freeze midway when a monstrous growl tears through the air. A fog-like figure covered in a tattered, black cloak suddenly flies backward out of the grand hall’s door. My breath hitches as I stare at the faceless monster. Suddenly, it’s hollow, dark eyes lock onto mine. I stand rooted to the spot, paralyzed. But before it can make a move toward me, Helion appears out of thin air. He grabs the creature by its neck, lifting it entirely off its feet.

Chapter 22 For ages, we've been told that the monsters are underneath our beds, hiding in the darkness only to come out during our rest time. However, as Collins grew, he realized there was no such thing as a monster beneath the bed. The real monster was locked up in his heart, haunting and terrorizing him during the nighttime. The gruesome memories and the torturous past were his monsters, the vulnerable part of him he so much wanted to hide from others. In a white room, Collins crossed his legs and leaned backward, closing his eyes as he listened to Wills’ rants,

Then he walked toward the closet, emerging with new clothes before slipping into bed next to me. This man. He was a monster, who sees people as nothing but mere prey, taking advantage of their vulnerability. I continued to cry until exhaustion finally pulled me into a sleep.

“If it makes you feel better, you can sleep in my room.” “Really?” My heart unfreezes. “Yeah.” He takes my hand and goes to the hallway. “We’ll check again in the morning when the sun’s out. Monsters are scared of the sun.” “Okay.” I look back. I thought he shut the closet door, but it’s open. Maybe he opened it to give the monster a chance to go home if it escaped? “Here, get in.” He pulls his covers back. I climb into his bed and let him tuck the covers in around me.

Taylor said enthusiastically. "Tommy said that there's a monster in our closet! That he saw it in his dream!" "Hey, I said it was a joke!" And so I ignored my anger to take care of my children and told them along with their father by my side that there was no monster in their closet and they should be back today since it was past their curfew. By the time they left the jaws of all of my annoying guest wear on the floor as they were once again stoned into speechlessness.

Because they know once the closed door was open, the people inside would be caught off guard as the monsters will probably stretch any parts of their body just to get the person they wanted to be by their side, then, eat it. They had already notice it now when they quietly observed how the monsters had desperately avoided the tightly closed doors of the house. It was not even touch or damage as no monsters was willing to lay any fingers on the houses even if it was filled with people inside. The monsters that came attacking so unscrupulously would not enter the tightly closed door, except for the house that whose door was opened by some elderly woman who wanted her son to get in immediately

I looked at Sienna. She looked terrified. I looked back at Raven. "You didn't?" Raven hesitated. Just slightly. Enough. I stepped closer. "You know what your problem is?" Raven stayed quiet. "You think monsters look a certain way." The room was silent. I could hear Sienna breathing. I looked directly into Raven's eyes. "You want me to be angry." Raven's hand tightened around her phone. "You want me to confess." I smiled. "But you don't understand something."

anymore. I hated that doll Ophelia gave me. I cut it to pieces. But she didn't get mad. She just smiled and pulled out a remote. With a light press of a button, I started vomiting violently, my whole body shaking. Ophelia looked pleased with herself. "See what I can do now? I can make you throw up whenever I want. You killed our dad, and then you pretended to be some genius to steal Mom's love. This is exactly what you deserve."

Lennox… He’s here. The monster has finally returned! I tremble uncontrollably where I stand as I hear his heavy footsteps stomping around the room. “I’m… I’m here,” I call out, finally answering his growl after taking seconds to muster up the courage. His footsteps quicken, each one louder, more deliberate, as they approach my walk-in closet door. The door isn’t fully shut, and through the narrow gap, I see his form coming closer, his imposing frame against the translucent glass of the door.

My voice betraying the urgency that had overwhelmed me, "Let me go you monster!!" I snarled, my teeth clenched in rage, but my words seemed to fall on deaf ears, as he matched on, adamant to his course, dragging me to the middle of his opulent living room, but I was too focused on escaping from his iron grasp to admire the sight that was before me, suddenly, his voice rang out, "Butler Joe!" He bellowed, his voice reverberating in the spacious living room, bearing the weight of the hatred and anger in his heart, as he stopped right at the center of the room,