Monster In A Closet Novels & Stories

It seemed empty since we couldn't see anything in it from a distance because everyone had walked away from it before. We all held hands and walked towards it to check what was inside. But before we could go near, the box fell to the ground and a small rat ran from it. "This can't be happening. No! No! No! "My mom shouted the moment she saw a rat "What are you saying mother?"I asked. "It's him."she replied, she looked terrified and anyone could sense she knew something about the rat. "What are you saying Jess?" Mr Smith asked when he noticed she looked bothered.

' The voice hissed, and I agreed with my thoughts. I tore my eyes away from her and pushed my way into the front door. My body was screaming at me to just lay down anywhere and go to sleep, but I couldn't stop until I was sure I had a locked door separating me from the monsters living in this mansion. The only place I could think of was the bathroom. I would get to see how pitiful I looked through the mirror above the sink, and I would have a place to rest my eyes in the bathtub. It was almost like the first night I'd spent in this mansion sleeping in that tub.

On the black leather chair behind the equipment room sat Monster, who looked like a lion that was staring at its prey. “You’ve finally arrived, Jenson Ares.” Monster’s voice was still very soft and gentle.

I threw myself through the opening and into my walk-in closet, hitting the interior button to seal the door behind me. I collapsed against the wall of my closet, burying my face in a rack of heavy winter coats to muffle the sound of my frantic, ragged gasps. My entire body was trembling, a wild mix of residual terror and a wicked, burning arousal consuming every single inch of my skin. I had survived, but as I stood there in the dark, listening to the pounding of my own heart, I knew I had just crossed a boundary far more dangerous than anything I had planned. The monster wasn't just out of his cage—I was playing inside it.

Monica gasped and looked at me with her wide eyes. All heads of the monster turned in our direction and growled at us. "Oh no!" Monica yelped and swung the bat in the air when the monster jumped. With our eyes closed, we waited for an attack to happen. I hugged Monica from the back and waited to feel the shredding pain on my skin, but there I felt nothing. Peeping with my right eye, I saw Mellon standing in front of us, making circles and hand signs in the air where a whooshing white smoke created a portal at the end of the hallway.

The second maid nodded, "The young lord is not a human. In fact, he is actually a monster who wears the skin of a human; he is a monster who eat bodies of humans. Some of the maids had seen him eating when they passed by his room." "Monster?" said the first maid with an extremely shocked face when they were startled by a voice that spoke behind them. "Then it would be wise for you to stay quiet," Cain warned. The maid didn't expect Cain to appear behind them, and didn't notice his presence. In fear the two maids bowed toward him, "You know monsters don't attack others when you don't bother them. Do you understand?"

Like he's afraid this might be the last time. Then he turns and walks inside. I watch him go. Watch him grab clothes from the closet. Weapons from hidden compartments. Watch him transform from the broken man on the balcony to the monster who makes other monsters afraid. The Mad Bishop is hunting. And God help whoever took his right hand man.

MR. MONDE’S thunderous voice roared inside his mansion when he woke up because when he went to seek Maddison, the woman was not there, and worst, when he opened her closet, her clothes were gone. His two guards who are now kneeling on the ground keep on trembling as they looked useless in Mr. Monde’s eyes.

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