The Cutest Monster ❌

The Monster in the Closet

A/N: Hello guys I know I said I wouldn't start any new stories but...well let's just say this one was too good to resist. 

Kind of a silly plotline and story in general but I hope you guys like it anyway. 

Based off of the prompt: *Person A is a single parent with a child person B is the monster who lives in the closet* 

Special Thank you and credit to @daphreak for encouraging this story and for drawing the cover and for saying those 3 words..."Baby Monster Dec" 

I let out a sigh as I walked past what used to my Daughter's room it had been 6 months since the horrific car crash that had claimed the life of my wife, my 6 year old daughter, and my 4 year old son.

They say time heals all wounds but that's a lie, it still hurts just as much as the day I got the call and every little thing reminds me of what I've lost, the pictures on the mantle, the rooms I've left untouched because I don't have the heart to pack them, my sister happy with her kids and knowing that now I'll never get that.

I'll never see them on the first day of school, or watch them playing football, never hear their laughs, never see them graduate and go off to college; I'm on my own now and nothing can ever change that.

The day I lost them my world went dark and it's been dark ever since I prat everynight when I go to bed for someone anyone to give me a sign of what Im supposed to now, I catch sight of a little pink cup lying on the floor the remains of a tea party that never was; and I wipe my eyes before I walk away from the room unable to look anymore.

I walk down the hall and towards the stairs only to pause as I heard a crash come from behind me, What on earth was that? It had sounded like it had come from my son's old room but that was impossible no had been in that room for over 6 months, nonetheless I set off in the opposite direction; what if it was a burglar?

I stopped just in the doorway of the room and I had to pause for several seconds as a thousand memories overwhelmed me threating to send me into full blown tears as I looked around the room.

It was a nice room blue walls with red airplanes hanging from the ceiling, a small toddler against one wall, and the floor strewn with toys. I felt a pain in my chest as I remembered scolding my son the last time I saw him for not picking them up, if I had known that was the last time I would see him I would have been a little kinder and hugged him a little longer.

I continued to glance around the room with my guilt and despair choking me, I didn't see anything out of place and I was about to turn around and leave when I heard a small sound coming from one corner of the room; what was that?

I took a deep breath and stepped into the room feeling like I was disturbing a grave and I felt my eyebrows knitting together as I looked at the closet door which was standing halfway open; wasn't that closed before?

I began to feel very apprehensive and I picked up a small toy guitar up off the floor; it was a poor weapon choice but it would have to do and I held it above my head as I opened the closet door and drew back ready to fight whoever was hiding in there only to pause as I heard a small sniffling sound.

I lowered the guitar and turned on the closet light only to feel my heart miss a beat as I saw a small figure huddled in one corner of the closet, it looked like a child and they had their head resting on their knees crying softly as I approached; how had a child gotten in here?

"Hello? Are you alright?"

The sniffling stopped and I saw the small body start to tremble as the child attempted to crawl away from me only to be stopped by the wall.