I know the monster in my closet pretty well and I have to admit, that I’m also quite proud of it. I mean, who can say that of themselves? Usually, the monsters lurk in your closet or under your bed and wait until you fall asleep. Then they start making noised. Depending on the monster the noise will be different, what also depends on the location the monster is hiding at. Let’s say, you can make different noises in a wardrobe than under the bed and it’s heard differently by the person trying to sleep or waking up again from monster’s sounds.

This is just to give you a very basic idea of different monsters and their sounds.

The thing is, I used to be a regular kid. With regular friends and regular interests, until I discovered the monster in my closet. Screeching, scratching, making monster noises.

At first, it was really scary for me. I mean, I was a real kid with regular problems and – of course – had heard all the horror stories of monsters everywhere. Eventually, they would come out of the closet and eat you alive. The worst was, that you couldn’t tell your parents. They wouldn’t believe you.

So I kept living in fear of being eaten alive, until one crystal clear night. I could hear the monster in my closet, but this time it didn’t screech and scratch on the wooden inlay of the wardrobe. This time I heard it weeping, oh so softly.

At first, I tried to ignore it. It might be a trick after all, and as soon as I would give in, it would attack me and eat me alive. Nope, I wasn’t that easy.
Three hours later, I finally crouched towards my closet. Carefully, minding each and every step. I didn’t want to spook it and maybe change its mind, but I guess an elephant could have passed by and the monster would have continued to weep.

Eventually, I reached the closet. Blanket ready, in case the monster would jump me; I slowly – very slowly opened the closet door.

There it sat, curled up in the deepest and darkest corner of my closet. The monster. With monster tears running down his fluffy monster cheeks.

Could that monster really eat me alive? I wasn’t so sure anymore.

“Are you OK?” I asked, still having the blanket ready just in case.

The monster shook his head and sniffed heavily.

“Do you need a tissue?” I asked and handed over my blanket. The monster accepted, blew his nose and handed the blanket back.

“Thank you.” it hiccuped. Then it jumped up and hugged me. I thought I’m going to die, but instead I ended up padding the monster on the back and telling it that everything will be alright.

And in the end, it was. We became friends; best friends actually and I can only tell the other kids which are still afraid of the monsters in their closet, that they should just try and approach them. It’ll be just alright.