![]() “And if it comes out,” I said, carefully, “It’s going to kill us.” “No, dad,” I said, “but I could feel it in there, and –” ![]() I could tell that they thought I was making the whole thing up. “So your closet was glowing, eh?” Dad said. “It’s like when it’s cloudy, and you can’t see the moon, but it sort of glows behind the clouds, so you know it’s there.” “How can you know it’s there if you haven’t seen it?” Mum asked. “I haven’t actually seen it,” I said, “but I know it’s there.” “Like, with claws and fangs? That kind of monster?” “A monster,” dad said, wiping mashed potatoes off his beard. Mum and dad don’t believe in monsters (and until yesterday, neither did I), but during dinner tonight, I had to tell them. I don’t know where it came from, I don’t know how it got in there, but I know that it’s been there for a long time, waiting. It’s standing in there behind my clothes, and it wants to come out. So, without any further introduction, here is my scary short story that I hope 12 year-old me would enjoy… You can get them at my virtual bookshelf if you like. I've never done this before, but I thought it would be cool to publish it here without the usual editorial and rewrites I do on everything, because the idea of conceiving, writing, and releasing a short story in just a couple of hours is intriguing to me.Īdded on 10/19: I made free-free and DRM-free ePub and Kindle versions of this story. Right around the time I realized I had no idea how it ended, the ending tapped me on the shoulder and said "boo!" I wrote it down, then wrote a little more and a little more. About two hours ago, I thought to myself, "'There's a monster in my closet' would be a neat way to start out one of those scary short stories I loved to read when I was in middle school."
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