The Real Monster

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by c1p_h3r

by c1p_h3r

As a kid, I was always scared of the monster hiding in my closet.

I would cry and cry every night until you came to check and make sure it wasn't there.

But then I got older, I started seeing the world for what it truly was.

I started seeing more comfort then fear in the monster in my closet.

Every night it would come out, and talk to me.

While the screaming coming form the kitchen got drowned out by the laughter coming from me.

Then I grew up. I moved out. and never returned.

not until now.

Now I realised that the monster in my closet wasn't a monster at all, instead it was an angel protecting me from the real monster.

You.

(A/N)

It's currently 12:21 am [ night time btw :) ]

and i got struck with this idea, because i was scared of the monster in my closet as a kid.

but i would like to clarify that there is no set uh- no set danger in this story. so interpret it as you will.

Have a lovely day/night.