"Mom, can you please check the closet?" She asked her mom like she always does every night.
"Honey, there is nothing in there. Plus I think you're getting too old to be scared of monsters in the closet." Her mom tries to explain. She looks at her mom with puppy dog-like eyes. The mother sighed in defeat and opened the closet, as her mother reached up for the pull string for the light, the daughter pulled her covers up in anticipation for what was about to come. As her mother grabbed the string in her hand and pulled, the daughter held her breath. The light turned on and there was nothing, the mother pulled the clothes that were hanging aside to reassure that there was nothing there.
"See honey, nothing there. Now please, I don't want to hear anything about monsters anymore." The mother exclaimed.
The daughter slowly nodded her head as the mother closed the closet door and left the room. The bedroom went dark, the only light was from the daughter's night light projecting little fairies dancing across the room, with a soft lullaby playing. The girl keeps her blankets close up to her face but is not daring to cover her eyes. She scans her darkened room for any signs of movement. She jumps as she hears the wind howl and the tree branches scratching the window. As time went on, her eyes grew tired, unable to keep them open. Struggling to keep her vigilant watch over her room, she succumbed to sleep.
As she drifted off to sleep, her closet door creaked open. A long shadow stretched from the open doorway running along the wall. On its way to the girl's bed, she started to stir, the shadowy figure stopped and hid in one of the shadows of her toys. As she started to settle down, the shadow continued on its journey to its goal. As it navigated through all her toys, it finally reached the head of the bed. As it climbed the child's headboard it peered down, out of its shadowy body a dark, elongated hand, with sharp nails reached out. It's long fingers spreading out to engulf the girl's face. As it was about to grasp on to the girl, the bedroom door crept open. The shadowy figure retracted its hand and dashed back to the closet, just as the bedroom door fully opened and the parents both peeked in on their daughter.
"See honey, she is fine." The father said to the mother.
"I know, but when I showed her the closet you should have seen her face. It just made me worry." The mother explained.
"Let's let her get some sleep." The father said as he ushered the mother away closing the daughter's bedroom door.
As the door closed the shadow slid out of the closet once more, squirming on the girls floor avoiding the toys. As it moved along the floor, the night light shut off, with no more dancing fairies and with a silent lullaby the girl woke up. She rushed to the light switch of the room, as the light warmed up the room she looked around her room looking for anything that might be amiss. With everything in its place she wondered what had turned off her night light.
She left her room to go to her parents to tell them what had happened. As she walks in her parents' darkened room she begins to explain, "Mom, something is wrong with my night light." As she was about to continue she noticed that both of her parents were sitting up in bed. "Mom, dad, what are you guys doing in the dark?" She asks as she turns on the light.
The daughter lets out a blood curdling scream, as she looks on at her parents bodies. Both with their heads twisted completely around. Their skin stretched in the direction of which the heads were turned, their collar bones jutting out of their shoulders from the force. Blood dripping down the head from want looks like nail marks from whatever grabbed their heads.
As the daughter looked up from her parents' bodies, she could make out something being written on the wall in her parents' blood. As it was finished writing she could just barely make out a claw of a hand reseeding back into her parents darkened closet. The message reads
"I believe you."