When I was little, I was scared of the dark. Super Scared. I remember laying in my bed, moving my feet back and forth really fast, absolutely sure that I was just barely dodging the bed monster who was trying to bit my feet off; this of course is an unstoppable cycle, because every time you move your feet and don’t get bit, it is just proof that moving your feet may have saved your life… so I kept doing it… for a long time…
My main source of fear were the monsters that lived in my closet, but not fake monsters like everyone else; I had real monsters. The worst part was that no one else saw them, but that’s just because they were shape shifters. In the light of day they were perfectly normal household objects, but at night that became horrible and terrifying and moved around and glared at me menacingly.
You might not believe me either, but it’s true. For example, everyone thought we had a clothes hamper the hung in our closet, keeping our floor clean from messy laundry.
But they were wrong. Dead wrong. At night it transformed;