There's darkness that creeps.
There's things that loom.
There's sounds of weeps.
There's ones calling for their doom.
There's shadows that like to follow those alone.
There's the creatures that like to feed off of peoples lives.
Then there's the darkness that loves to swallow children at night.
All of these are considered as monsters and beasts.
Most of them are rid of by priests.
But not mine.
Mine are different you see.
They like to crawl under my bed and taunt me.
Some of them like to stare from the windows or closets.
Others like to lurk in the corners at night.
I once told my father I saw a monster in my closet.
When he checked my closet he said it was a dream.
But it was never a dream to me.
Everything is always real when I see it.
I once saw a shadow of a hand by my window.
It's funny because we don't have tree's in front of my window.
But it seemed to want in.
I hid under the covers.
But then it tapped the glass with it's misshapen fingers.
I screamed.
My father came in.
He told me it was a dream.
I once saw something move in the corner of my room.
I prayed it wasn't the monster that taunted me.
I hoped it was my imagination.
But it moved again.
I screamed.
My father came in.
He told me it was a dream again.
Then there was this night where the monsters seemed to get closer.
The tapping was louder.
The closet creaked.
The shadow loomed.
I counted.
Where was the fourth monster?
I dared to peek out of the covers.
I saw the boogie man.
I saw him.
I saw his face.
He's not a man.
He's a beast.
And this beast was right in front of me.
I couldn't scream that time.
I couldn't even move.
When my father came in my room to check on me that night.
He could no longer tell me it was a dream.
