Dont Read at night

The closet

The closet.

Every night since my father died something would appear in my closet at exactly 2:05am in the morning.

I would hear my closet creek open and whatever it is would emerge from it's hiding place. I would then travel up next to my bed and whisper into my ear.

"31, 31" everyday the number would get lower and now tonight is 0.

I don't know what this thing is capable of or what it will do to me tonight but I know that whatever happens, I'll be ready.

I took a knife to bed with me so that I can fight him off. I was shaking in feared the dreaded monster in the closet would finally show it's power on me.

I looked at the time.

2:04am

I waited until that slow and painful minute ticked over, my hands becoming sweaty around the knife. I heard my bedroom door creek open and I could hear the beast moving to my bed side table, I could feel how close it was to me.

I jumped up and stabbed it multiple times into the chest and I watched it sink to the ground dead.

I ran to the door and turned the light on. I screamed in pure horror as I saw that the thing that I had stabbed was my mother. She had a look of pure horror on her face and her blood was draining out through her stab wounds.

I herd a chuckle as the closet door opened.