For your sleepless nights (Scary short stories)

Daddy, I'm afraid the monsters might get me...

I need help, if someone knows what to do, please, come and find me.

It all began one night, it was about midnight, when my daughter came into my room and woke me up saying -Daddy, I'm afraid the monsters might get me...-

I sat up -monsters aren't real, sweetie- I took her hand to make her feel better, but she was trembling. -go back to bed sweetie-

-but daddy, the monsters...- she said, her voice was cracking up

-ok, let's go- I walked her down the hallway to her room, she was frightened as I entered the room and turned on the lights. Everything seemed normal, so I turned around and asked -where's the monster?-

-In the room- she replied still quivering, so I checked everywhere, nothing in the closet exept the big teddy bear I got her for her birthday a couple months ago and some hanging clothes, nothing under the bed exept some clothes and shoes, I opened the curtains and there was nothing, just a view of the pool.

I shrugged it off as a normal kid's thing, I mean, she's only six years old, so I let her spend the night in my room so she could calm down.

Everything was fine until the next month that it repeated, she woke me up at midnight, I checked the closet, under the bed, out the window and nothing, I let her sleep in my bed again. Then the next month it repeated, and the one afte thaf, the once a month then turned to twice, then three times, then once everyweek, and by the time she was seven it turned into an almost daily event, each time she appeared more and more terrified.One day I decided that enough was enough. At bedtime I would tuck her in my bed, and I would spend the night in her room to see what all the fuzz is about.

So there I was at my daughter's room, in the dark. By the time it was eleven I was getting really tired, almost falling asleep when i suddenly heard music, a little melody coming from the closet, it sounded like a music box, wich was wierd cause my daughter didn't have a music box. I sat there trying to decipher the melody when I heard another thing, humming, someone was in the closet humming a completelly different tune from the melody, wich sounded completely disharmonious and only one thing came into mind to described it, chaos.

I was starting to get chills as I slowly walked to the closet, the sounds started to pick up pace and becoming almost demonic in sound, but completely stopped once I grabed the nob to open the closet. Inside it was my little girl, sitting with her arms crossed between her legs and facing away from me, facing to the wall.

I crouched down and reached for her while saying -...sweetie?- then from behind me I hear - daddy, that isn't me!- I turned back to see Carie standing by the door terrified, and as I turned to meet the girl in the closet, her head turned to face me, her face was rotten with chunks falling off, she had no eyeballs and ants were swaming out of her eyes and mouth. I screamed in horror as I ran out the room, grabbing Carie and leaving the house, I never returned.

That was three years ago, now we're living in the outskirts of town, miles away from that retched house, and everything was going fine, we were living happily. That is, until one night, preciselly at midnight, mi daughter woke me up to tell me...

-...Daddy... the monsters are back...-