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One
night I was watching a movie and a dark figure came out of a closet
stabbing someone. This act left a strong impression on me after, you see I
just knew there was a chance some mean dark figure would come out of the
closet and get me in the middle of the night if I didn't keep the closet
door closed.
I
couldn't go to sleep if the closet door was open.
I didn't like going to sleep any way for one reason I thought I
would miss out on something that grownups got to see or do, and for
another reason, I had heard old people say (when I go I want to die in my
sleep) so I interpreted this to mean that is one way some people die by
sleeping and considered sleep as short glimpses of death.
My
mother thought she could comfort me by saying a prayer so every night we
would say (Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the lord my soul to keep if I
should DIE before I wake I pray the Lord my soul to take) followed bye a
list of names I would God Bless. I made sure the closet door was closed so
the dark shadowy Closet Monster would not get me.
One
night I woke up to go to the bathroom and the door was open, this scared
the heck out of me so I ran into my parent’s room screaming, they woke
up in a start and were very angry I woke them up, until they turned on the
light and saw my tears, and knew it was a genuine concern. I told them
what had happened and they just thought it was a nightmare, I told them it
was real and that I always keep the closet door closed because I know
there is a monster in there and I had seen it in a movie on TV.
My
mom hugged me and told me she had put some of my cloths away while I was
sleeping and that she opened the closet and reassured me there was no
monster in my closet. I was comforted bye this and she put me back in bed
and kissed me good night .
Before she left the room I made her promise to keep the closet closed at night anyway just in case. I laid there for a while still having images of a closet monster and drifted off to sleep to dream of flying by opening my coat in a wind. and woke up the next day with the knowledge there may not be a closet monster, and the confidence that my mother understood and would keep the closet closed!
CMWarfel
It
seems so obvious to me I can't understand why my Mom and Dad don't know
about it. I guess it can only get kids and adults are immuned. It only
happened late at night when they were sleeping and never happened when the
lights were on and the TV was running.
I’ve
never really seen it but I know its there.
I could here the floor creak when it would be awakened and would
roam the house in search of its next victim. I'll never forget the first
night I heard it and hid, it seems like a dream.
It
was early in the morning and the house was dark and quiet like it gets
when every one is sleeping. I was awakened by the strong urge to go to the
bathroom and knew I had to go now or I would have another one of those
dreams where I dream I'm going pee along side of a road I am traveling on,
or behind a tree in a forest and wake up because I start getting wet in
real life, and I sure didn't want that to happen again. Mom would be very
cross and Dad might call me a baby or something like that, besides it
makes my bed smell.
So
I jumped out of bed like a lot of kids do with all that energy
grandparents would love to have, paused at the bedroom window to see a
crisp clear night with thousands of stars out as the area we lived in was
still pretty much undeveloped and the lights from cars and stores and
other luminescent sources were not plentiful.
I
went into the bathroom lifted the seat and relieved myself, then I reached
down and flushed and went back to the bed room and as I was getting into
my bed I heard the strangest noises coming from where I came from creaking
and the toilet seamed to flush again by itself, the hair raised on the
back of my neck and a cold shiver went through me as I ducked under the
covers to hide because I was sure it was a monster.
I
heard the floor creaking come in to my room then I felt something touch
the bed, needless to say I was petrified. But nothing happened I had a
reprieve the monster from the toilet couldn't see me or get me if I was
hiding under the covers.
The
next day I told my mother about it and she told me it was my imagination
that "there is no such thing as a monster from the toilet!”
It didn't matter what she said I knew there was one it almost got
me and that every time I got up in the middle of the night to go to the
bathroom I would have to run like the wind to by bed and hide under the
covers so it couldn't get me.
This
went on for a month or two it’s hard to tell it seemed so long ago, when
one night I was in the bathroom relieving myself and just as I reached for
the toilet handle to flush and pushed it I heard creaking out side the
bathroom and it got closer and closer too quickly for me to run, in a
panic I screamed (yikes)!!!!
Then
I heard in a clear filmier voice, “are
you OK it’s only me!!! ”
It
was my Grandma!!! to my surprise.
Every
night when I got up to go to the bathroom she would awaken and do the same
thing and sometimes she would come over to my bed and check on me to see
if I was OK! When the feeling
of being scared out of my wits left me I hugged her and told her my story,
and we both had a good laugh and went back to bed!
My
Grandma never told my parents about my toilet monster and I was grateful
for that, and I knew it would be our secret for the rest of our lives, she
and I had a bond that would last a lifetime!
CMWarfel
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