Not a fanfiction but an original horror story. Originally this story was going to be much different, more of a thriller. I changed aspects of the plot to make it shorter. I also removed a sexual component because being a sick fuck gets dull. The story is pretty fresh and could likely use abit more editing but I'll post it any way.I hope you all enjoy.
As a child I was afraid of the dark. My parents wouldn’t let me keep a night light. I’d curl up in my blankets, pulse rushing. I felt terror that moistened flesh and sheet alike. I knew what was in the closet. Under my bed. Just to the side of every doorway. I knew it was watching me, waiting for me to drift asleep.
So I didn’t. Staring horrified and with wide eyes I anxiously awaited morning. They can’t get you if you’re awake; I knew that. When the Sun rises they’d fade back to where they came from. I knew that too.
Monsters were real.
I grew up. Fears vanished as if they had never existed. My mind matured, throwing away childish horrors. My anxieties became work related. I got married. Brought a house and made it into a home. Literally created a new life.
Then the fears started all over again.
“Daddy, there’s a monster under my bed,” Laurie exclaims, taking a firm hold of my hand. Her skin is cold, and her face is pale.
“It’s nothing. Here, let me show you.” I lift her up into my arms and carry her back to her room. The nightlight is dead in its socket. I don’t need it anyway; my eyes adjusted during the walk down the hall. The closet door adjacent the bed is open so I shut it with a nudge of my foot.
Putting Laurie down, I kneel and look under her bed. It’s too dark to see anything. “There is nothing under here.” Standing up I notice that her closet door is wide open.
“Why’d you open the closet door?” I ask Laurie, pointing. Her eyes are wide and innocent.
“The monster did it, Daddy. Didn’t you see him?”
I sigh and place my hand on her head. “There’s no monster under your bed. Now go to sleep.”
“Of course he’s not under my bed! He just went into my closet! Daddy, can you make him to go away?” she exclaims, eyeing the closet.
It is dark in there.
I run my fingers through Laurie’s frizzy black hair, and she latches to my leg.
“Tell him to go away. He said that he’s going to hurt me if I go to sleep,” she whimpers.
“Does he now? Well, the next time he says that, I want you to tell him, ‘Go away!’ and then he will. Okay, sweetie?” I tell her. She sucks her thumb.
“But he doesn’t listen to me.”
I sigh, the night wearing on me. “Then ignore him. Okay?” I lift Laurie into the bed.
“Daddy, can you please just look in the closet?”
I look over into the cavernous space. The darkness, that’s the real cause of her fears. I decide to turn on the light in the closet. I reach around, searching for the dangling cord.
Just before I pull it, Laurie screams. I turn around.
“He just went back under my bed!”
I sigh again.
“Listen, honey, would it be better if I left the light on?” I pull the closet light cord, revealing a small room full of princess gowns and shoes.
Looking into my daughter’s eyes; they are wide with terror.
“Can I sleep with you?” I shake my head at her question.
“No. The bed’s barely big enough for Mom and me. Now get to sleep. Want me to tuck you in?” I ask, gently rubbing her shoulders. She shakes her head. Laurie slips between the sheets, and I tuck the blankets under her tiny body.
As I make my way out the room she calls to my back, “Daddy?”
“Hmm?”
“I love you.”
“I love you too,” I whisper tenderly.
“The monster went back into the closet,” she says, and I turn to find her sitting up.
The door is shut and no light comes from between the creases.
“Did you…” I glance back to Laurie. “Did you close the door?” She shakes her head innocently.
“I told you. The monster went back into the closet.” She pulls the blankets up to her chin and squeezes them. “Can you make him go away?”
Coming fully back into the room, my eyes never leave the closet door. It’s painted white, just like the rest of my daughter’s room. There are the faint traces of crayon where she had colored on the door.
From the entrance to that door seems like a mile, when it was only a few steps away. My outstretched hand brushes the knob only to find it burning cold. I pull away.
I can feel Laurie’s gaze on the back of my neck. Everything pauses as I grip the freezing knob.
I turn it.
It’s locked.
“Did you lock it?” I ask, amazed that I could find words. Looking back at Laurie she is shaking her head.
“How the hell?”
“Daddy, I already told you.”
“Told me what?”
“The monster! The monster went from under my bed to the closet!”
“Listen, honey: There is no such thing as monsters.” My tone is rising. I tightly clench the knob.
“The monster locked it! I saw him!”
I take a deep breath and walk to Laurie’s bedside. Her brown eyes glare at me.
“What is this monster, then? Is it Voldermort?” I shouldn’t have let her watch TV before bed. It seemed mild but she is under the recommended age.
“No! I don’t know who the monster is. It’s like a shadow! He keeps saying that he’s going to hurt me when I go to sleep.” Laurie whines. “And I asked you to tell him to go away, but he keeps hiding so you won’t believe me! And now he’s—”
Her head snapped to face the closet door.
“He’s gone.”
I am speechless as I turn around to discover that the closet door is open. The dim light of dawn spills in from the window.
