This story was initially supposed to be published on a website the beginning of this month, March 5th. Due to reasons unknown to me (the story was confirmed to go up on the aforementioned date), it never saw light. I felt I had no reasons to wait from it being seen. I simply want it to be seen.
The following story is a flash story about monsters. It was kindly edited by the very talented Duncan Ralston – again, I thank you sir, you certainly have a gift for bettering another writer’s story.
Monsters in the closet
“Can I tell you something?”
“I saw it, again last night.”
“You mean…” the second Young One began, but was unable to finish his question.
“Wow. Did it say anything?”
“No, it just sort of…watched me from my closet again.”
“I think you should tell the Older Ones about this.”
“I can’t. They’d never believe me.”
“Sure they would!” the second Young One said, a little bit too loudly. The first Young One looked around, afraid that others may have overheard any part of their conversation.
“Keep it down would ya?”
“Sorry,” the second Young One said, looking around himself.
They were in the clear. Nobody seemed to be paying any attention.
“Well,” the second Young One said as he gulped, “maybe I can stay over tonight. To make sure they leave you alone, for good.”
The first Young One nodded nervously.
* * * *
It was time to sleep. The two Young Ones were in the first’s sleeping area—which consisted of a resting bed, a closet, and a desk. The second Young One asked when it was going to show up.
“Just wait,” the first Young One said as he looked at a clock, hung by his resting bed. The clock nearly struck on the hour of ten o’clock. “Here, grab onto the blanket,” the first Young One said, as he held it out toward his friend.
“Because, once that thing sees me, I’ve always hid under my blanket. It’s always disappeared after I do that.”
“Oh…ok,” the second Young One replied. He grabbed onto a section of the blanket, and stared at the closed closet with his friend.
They waited in that position for a few moments. Through the threshold of the closet, they saw a quick flash of light. “It’s here,” whispered the first Young One.
Sure enough, he was correct. The door slowly opened. The two Young One’s gripped the blanket tightly. Fear rushed through their bodies.
They saw one set of eyes…then another. There were two of them. One head was underneath the other, like a very short totem pole. The first monster’s head was circular, with hair on the top. Or was it fur? It had two circular eyes, a nose…perhaps that’s what it was, in the middle of its face, a mouth under that. The two Young One’s weren’t quite sure what the heck was on the sides of its head. The second monster had similar features, only its skin was so dark that all that the two Young One’s could make were the large whites in its eyes.
The monsters in the closet whispered to one another. Through the half-way opened door, they peered into the sleeping area. The two Young Ones were in a state of paralysis.
One of the flesh-ridden monsters (the dark fleshed one with long hair) began to walk out of the closet. It was wearing a long white nightgown. On the nightgown was a fat man in a red suit.
The long haired monster was within a few feet of the resting bed, as the other stayed in the closet, watching. The two Young Ones entire rock-like bodies, covered in slime and spikes, began to shake uncontrollably.
The brown skinned monster spoke in an alien language. The language and voice didn’t sound sweet or innocent by any stretch. It sounded scary.
The two Young One’s paralysis was broken by the second Young One. He screamed at the top of his lungs. To the long haired monster and the one watching from the closet, the scream was terrifying. So terrifying that it ran back into the closet, screaming, then slammed the door shut behind it.
As the second Young One screamed, they pulled the blanket over their heads. Eventually they lifted the blanket. They saw an empty room with a closed closet, waiting for the two monsters to return.