Every night Annie’s mom tucked her into bed and said goodnight. Annie was 8 years old. She would try to keep her eyes open because she knew the monster would come. In the mornings she didn’t feel good but she couldn’t explain what it was. Annie looked under her bed and saw the friendly dead man, it wasn’t him. She checked her closet and said goodnight to the ghost inside. She waved to the clown in her mirror, he was harmless. Annie felt tired and went to sleep. Then the real monster creeped into her room. Daddy was his name.
Fliss Zakaszewska
15/10/2017 08:07:33 pm
Dark and so tragic; beautifully told, Cathy.
David croll
16/10/2017 02:35:54 am
Frightening and well written
Raju Mation
19/10/2017 03:41:20 pm
Crisp & creepy. Excellent narration! Comments are closed.
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