hvysmker
October 16th, 2014, 08:14 PM
Jennie heard a noise in her closet.
"Daddy! Daddy, something’s in my closet again. Hurry Daddy, before it hides."
Since she did the same thing every night, without fail, it took a while for her father to respond. He finally came in, looked in the closet and moved things around a bit to placate his daughter.
"It’s all right, honey. Whatever it was, it’s gone now. I’ll put this chair in front of the door so it can’t get out."
The next time she heard that shuffling sound, Jennie was ready. She had a toy baseball bat handy, sitting right next to her bed. The monster had been there for about a month. Every night she could hear it moving around in the closet, bumping and muttering. In the morning sunlight, it would be gone. She knew because she checked.
She was angry but she wasn't stupid. From the way her father checked, the little girl could tell that he didn’t believe her.
After he went back to the living room, the three-year-old picked up her toy bat and tiptoed to the closet door. She stood there, bat held - - somewhat tentatively -- while fighting growing pangs of fear. The girl was resolved to find out for herself. She knew she wasn't imagining things.
A few minutes later, she heard a dull thud in there, followed by sighing and grumbling.
With the bat in hand, she jerked open the closet door.
"Uhhhhh! Please don’t do that," a big green monster with a horn in the middle of his forehead admonished her. "I have a bad heart, you know?" It cowered in a corner, obviously afraid of the bat. "Don’t hit me, please."
"What are you doing in there? You weren’t here a month ago," Jennie asked the beast, even more bigger than her Daddy. Even so, now that she saw it, it didn't seem all that scary.
"Your last closet monster was fired for sleeping on duty," the creature told her in a gruffly monstrous but somehow gentle voice. "My last little boy grew too big and didn’t believe in me anymore, so I was assigned to you."
"But I don’t want a monster," she told it, angrily.
"I don’t know anything about that, kid." He shrugged a monstrous shoulder. "I just go where I’m told. It’s a job."
"Well, are you here to hurt me or something?"
"Oh, no. No way, kid. I'm to watch over you and to make sure none of the 'under the bed monsters' move in. They cause all kinds of trouble, like make you wet the bed and stuff. I wouldn’t hurt anybody."
"I don’t think I’d want to wet the bed. Mama would be angry. Besides, it’s yucky to do that." She paused a moment. "I don’t like to be called ‘kid’. You better call me Jennie."
"Okay. My name’s Tim and you can call me Timmy if you want."
After that night she never called her father in again. In fact, after bedtime, she and Timmy talked a lot. The monster and her became friends. Every night he would make sure to check under her bed for the bad monsters. Her mother even complimented her on how clean she kept her closet.
Eventually, she talked Timmy into showing her where he lived -- in Closet Monster Land.
After waiting for her parents to go to sleep, he showed her a secret door in the back of the closet. You know, the one that only monster’s, gremlins and mice know about?
They stepped through into a hallway. It was very long and went under every house on the block. The corridor was lit, though, with chairs to rest on and water fountains every once in a while. When they came to an elevator, Timmy pushed a button that said just "There," and they went there.
There was Closet Monster Land. It was full of green, blue, yellow, red and every other color of closet monster. Some had one horn, like Timmy, and others had more than that. There were even little kid closet monsters.
She saw a monster school, and monster parks, even a monster library. Jennie liked libraries. They were full of interesting books. She could even read a little. Jennie had some books in her room at home, mostly pictures, though.
Finally, they came to a small green house. Timmy took her in and showed her to Mary, his monster wife. He also had monster children.
One, named Tammy, was even her own age. Tammy was even in school already, a monster kindergarten. The two girls went out and played in the backyard while Timmy had his lunch. Tammy said she would come over and play sometime.
It was getting late and Jennie needed her sleep, so they had to go back. When they returned to her room, Jennie went to bed and Timmy returned to his closet to guard her while she slept.
Jennie woke up later that night. She had to go to the bathroom. When she got back she saw Timmy looking under her bed.
"Get out of there. I see you," Timmy said, still looking under her bed.
"Ain’t nobody here," someone said.
"Oh, yes you are," Timmy told the voice. "Now you git. We don’t want you here."
"Darn it, Sam," the voice said to someone else, "you told me there wasn’t any closet monsters here."
"I know, I know, Larry. There wasn’t any before. Come on, we better go to Tommy Johnson's house."
Two little yellow creatures came out from under the bed, still arguing with each other. They glared at Jennie and Timmy and just walked through the wall. Timmy said they must have come in while Jennie was at Timmy’s house.
Another time, a few years later, a bully named Peter was bothering Jennie. He would follow her home from school, sneaking up and pulling her hair. He ran faster than her and would run ahead, laughing. Sometimes he would push her down on the grass and try to kiss her. She told Timmy about it and the monster got mad and said he would take care of it.
The next day, when Peter tried to grab her from behind, he heard a loud voice.
"Boo! Roooorr!"
Peter looked over and saw the huge Timmy, much bigger than him, green, and with that big horn. Timmy waved his arms, and Peter ran away. The boy didn’t bother Jennie again. Well, at least for another ten or twelve years.
In fact, Peter and Jennie married and had their own kids.
***
It was time to put little Johnny, her baby boy to bed. After tucking him in for the night, mother Jennie knocked on the closet door.
"Now you take care of him tonight, Tammy."
"I will, Jennie," came the reply.
The End.
Charlie
"Daddy! Daddy, something’s in my closet again. Hurry Daddy, before it hides."
Since she did the same thing every night, without fail, it took a while for her father to respond. He finally came in, looked in the closet and moved things around a bit to placate his daughter.
"It’s all right, honey. Whatever it was, it’s gone now. I’ll put this chair in front of the door so it can’t get out."
The next time she heard that shuffling sound, Jennie was ready. She had a toy baseball bat handy, sitting right next to her bed. The monster had been there for about a month. Every night she could hear it moving around in the closet, bumping and muttering. In the morning sunlight, it would be gone. She knew because she checked.
She was angry but she wasn't stupid. From the way her father checked, the little girl could tell that he didn’t believe her.
After he went back to the living room, the three-year-old picked up her toy bat and tiptoed to the closet door. She stood there, bat held - - somewhat tentatively -- while fighting growing pangs of fear. The girl was resolved to find out for herself. She knew she wasn't imagining things.
A few minutes later, she heard a dull thud in there, followed by sighing and grumbling.
With the bat in hand, she jerked open the closet door.
"Uhhhhh! Please don’t do that," a big green monster with a horn in the middle of his forehead admonished her. "I have a bad heart, you know?" It cowered in a corner, obviously afraid of the bat. "Don’t hit me, please."
"What are you doing in there? You weren’t here a month ago," Jennie asked the beast, even more bigger than her Daddy. Even so, now that she saw it, it didn't seem all that scary.
"Your last closet monster was fired for sleeping on duty," the creature told her in a gruffly monstrous but somehow gentle voice. "My last little boy grew too big and didn’t believe in me anymore, so I was assigned to you."
"But I don’t want a monster," she told it, angrily.
"I don’t know anything about that, kid." He shrugged a monstrous shoulder. "I just go where I’m told. It’s a job."
"Well, are you here to hurt me or something?"
"Oh, no. No way, kid. I'm to watch over you and to make sure none of the 'under the bed monsters' move in. They cause all kinds of trouble, like make you wet the bed and stuff. I wouldn’t hurt anybody."
"I don’t think I’d want to wet the bed. Mama would be angry. Besides, it’s yucky to do that." She paused a moment. "I don’t like to be called ‘kid’. You better call me Jennie."
"Okay. My name’s Tim and you can call me Timmy if you want."
After that night she never called her father in again. In fact, after bedtime, she and Timmy talked a lot. The monster and her became friends. Every night he would make sure to check under her bed for the bad monsters. Her mother even complimented her on how clean she kept her closet.
Eventually, she talked Timmy into showing her where he lived -- in Closet Monster Land.
After waiting for her parents to go to sleep, he showed her a secret door in the back of the closet. You know, the one that only monster’s, gremlins and mice know about?
They stepped through into a hallway. It was very long and went under every house on the block. The corridor was lit, though, with chairs to rest on and water fountains every once in a while. When they came to an elevator, Timmy pushed a button that said just "There," and they went there.
There was Closet Monster Land. It was full of green, blue, yellow, red and every other color of closet monster. Some had one horn, like Timmy, and others had more than that. There were even little kid closet monsters.
She saw a monster school, and monster parks, even a monster library. Jennie liked libraries. They were full of interesting books. She could even read a little. Jennie had some books in her room at home, mostly pictures, though.
Finally, they came to a small green house. Timmy took her in and showed her to Mary, his monster wife. He also had monster children.
One, named Tammy, was even her own age. Tammy was even in school already, a monster kindergarten. The two girls went out and played in the backyard while Timmy had his lunch. Tammy said she would come over and play sometime.
It was getting late and Jennie needed her sleep, so they had to go back. When they returned to her room, Jennie went to bed and Timmy returned to his closet to guard her while she slept.
Jennie woke up later that night. She had to go to the bathroom. When she got back she saw Timmy looking under her bed.
"Get out of there. I see you," Timmy said, still looking under her bed.
"Ain’t nobody here," someone said.
"Oh, yes you are," Timmy told the voice. "Now you git. We don’t want you here."
"Darn it, Sam," the voice said to someone else, "you told me there wasn’t any closet monsters here."
"I know, I know, Larry. There wasn’t any before. Come on, we better go to Tommy Johnson's house."
Two little yellow creatures came out from under the bed, still arguing with each other. They glared at Jennie and Timmy and just walked through the wall. Timmy said they must have come in while Jennie was at Timmy’s house.
Another time, a few years later, a bully named Peter was bothering Jennie. He would follow her home from school, sneaking up and pulling her hair. He ran faster than her and would run ahead, laughing. Sometimes he would push her down on the grass and try to kiss her. She told Timmy about it and the monster got mad and said he would take care of it.
The next day, when Peter tried to grab her from behind, he heard a loud voice.
"Boo! Roooorr!"
Peter looked over and saw the huge Timmy, much bigger than him, green, and with that big horn. Timmy waved his arms, and Peter ran away. The boy didn’t bother Jennie again. Well, at least for another ten or twelve years.
In fact, Peter and Jennie married and had their own kids.
***
It was time to put little Johnny, her baby boy to bed. After tucking him in for the night, mother Jennie knocked on the closet door.
"Now you take care of him tonight, Tammy."
"I will, Jennie," came the reply.
The End.
Charlie