Monsters In My Closet Novels & Stories

I think about all the changes these past months: Mom’s trips, the whispered arguments, the way Dad looks at her phone when she’s not paying attention. And James. Always James. “Noah?” “Yeah?” “Remember when we were little and we were scared of monsters in the closet?” “I remember. You always thought it was a T-Rex.” “And you said it couldn’t be because they were extinct,” I smile in the dark. “But now…” “Now what?” “Now I think there really are monsters. They just don’t hide in closets.” Noah doesn’t answer right away. When he does, his voice sounds different.

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

Even when my eyes are open, I see the monster. Monsters are made to stay in your closet; well, they are under your bed too. Then, you need to ask yourself, does a cupboard constitutes as a closet for when I open a cupboard in the kitchen, guess what, his face is there. When I open the cabinet in the bathroom, his face is there.

He began using the half-octopus as a weapon to fight the other monsters coming at him before the octopus turned into black dust and withered away. He quickly turned his head toward me. "Luna, are you oka—?" Before he could finish, another monster was coming at me from behind. He pushed me aside and went for it. Oh God, I can't keep standing here like a fool and let what happened to Elder Borek happen to Fred too. It was obvious these monsters wouldn't stop showing up until someone died, but if we could do something to defeat them, they would leave. Before making my research, I read that monsters were scared of light, so they hid in a forest that was void of sunlight, the Black Forest. If I c

A murderer in their eyes. I have to leave as soon as possible. There's no place for me here again. Not with them lurking in the shadows. Because if I had learned anything from my time with them while I was growing up, it was this: The real monsters don’t always hide in the dark. Sometimes, they wear the face of family.

The similarity of those stalkers in movies, studying their victims during their slumber. Now that's creepy as hell!! I shudder openly. I access my closet for clean clothes, and shriek as I'm pummelled to the floor by a mass flood of teddy bears. Trying to leap out, I'm only tossed back down by another swell of fluffy teddies from the closet. After the third influx of teddies, I finally resurface out by repleted fury with my hands clenched in fists at my sides. "DASTARD!!!" I scream, before clamping my hands over my mouth.

there were a few creepy antique dolls stop his old antique bookshelf, framed old photos that were neither him or his parents, curiosities,a broken skull and what the heck? who would want to sleep beneath a blanket with the illustration of a naked frightened mermaid? the therapist snooped on a drawer, found odd boxes and candles. "hate to tell you this."Mrs Cain said"as badly as I miss him I detest being in his room.it reminds me of everything..." Dr montoya smiled"he's a goth kid." "I know, I know. that's the scarier thing, isn't it?" there were dream catchers, more animal skulls on the window , dead tree branches and dried roses.

That night, the doll suddenly activated. Its soft, stuffed arm shot straight into my throat. I jolted awake, clawing at my neck, trying to call for my mother, but no sound came out. By the next day, I had a raging fever and couldn't stop throwing up. I cried, trying to tell my mother what happened, but all that came out were broken, garbled sounds. She tossed me a pack of cold medicine. "If you can't even talk, then be quiet for once. I'm exhausted after work."

“Each one looks like they are fight scenes. With people and animals fighting… monsters. Good grief, how could I forget that? Those monsters. The little ones looked like smoke and tentacles. There were so many types of monsters and it got confusing seeing some attacking each other. We need to look at them in a fresh perspective.” “This all on this whiteboard you are talking about?” Larin clarified with Gemma and Becky, who bother nodded. “The next thing we have to discuss is where have we got the Fear Mongers cornered? I know we have some in the attic and basement of the main house and in the crypt there’s a room we’ve locked them in. Hugo, did you and Angelica find any?”

But her voice wormed into my thoughts, whispering doubts I wasn’t ready to face. My gaze drifted to Damien, his shoulders tense, fists still clenched. He didn’t respond to her taunt, but I knew it reached him too. And in that moment, I realized something that made my chest ache with fear and something else I didn’t want to name: monsters weren’t always the ones outside. Sometimes they lived in the same house, under the same roof, sharing the same blood. And sometimes, the worst monster was the one you couldn’t bring yourself to leave.