Monsters never stay

The monster under my bed asks me to talk to him every night. He asks me to be with him. I always scream and my sister makes him leave. But he's never gone. He's always under my bed. And I hope he will stay there. But monsters never stay.

Out they come and crawling, from underneath your bed. They lay with you, and talk, so you will follow them to dead.

When the night comes, when you have to face him, when it all starts, the night when it's too late to run away, when it's too late to push him back, and the night when it all ends. When that night is here, the one who always pushed him away, will be gone.

You will be alone.
You need to fight him and if you lose, you'll be gone.
If you win, he'll be gone.

But I don't know what it's like to be without a nightmare.
I'll tell you my story, my nightmare.