There's a Monster in My Closet

There's a Monster in My Closet

Today, there was a monster hidin' in my closet. And although I never saw him, I'm sure he was there. I was scared to open my closet door to get my shoes 'cause if I did, I just knew he would steal me away and make me do bad, bad things...like eat spinach.

Momma asked me to get a pair of shoes out of my closet. My eyes got real big 'cause didn't she know what was in there? So I shook my head and told Momma, "Oh no, Momma, I can't 'cause there's a monster in my closet and I'm scared!"

I could see Momma looking at me funny, you know, kinda crinkly at the top of her head then she said, "I thought you had a monster in your toy box."

"Well, that was yesterday," I whispered low so that the monster couldn't hear that we were talkin' about Him. "Today, he's in my closet."

My feet started scootin' around Momma without me tellin' um to. I think they was...I mean they were gonna make a run for it; but, Momma put her arm 'round my shoulders and I felt safe. "There's no monster in your closet, silly Boo Boo," she laughed her soft kinda laugh, "There are only clothes and shoes."

Right then and there I felt some crinkles get up on my forehead too. Guess I was worryin' that Momma wouldn't believe me so I just had to tell her, "But I just know there's a big, green, yucky, hairy, stinky monster in there!"

I felt her hand jump from my shoulders and poke me in the ribs until I laughed and the crinkles disappeared. Her teeth looked really white with that pretty pink lipstick on her mouth and I could see her smile when she said, "Well, we'll just have to open the door to see if that's true. Afterall, we can't allow monsters to live in our closets, now can we?"

"No mam," I whispered and hunkered closer to her, hangin' on to the back of her leg.

We tippy-toed down the hall forever then peeked 'round the corner and into my giant room. The closet door was shut real tight but that didn't fool me; I knew he was hidin' in there and that was his front door! Uh oh, we almost forgot somethin' and I had to remind Momma. "Get the magic sword, Momma," I whispered as little as I could. Momma picked up my little red broom that was layin' near the corner and held it waaaayyy up over her head. Then she put her hand on the door knob. I took a deep breath and quit breathin' so I could hear real good (but all I heard was my heart jumpin').

"Get out of my little girl's closet!" Momma yelled so loud I almost had to cover my ears. And at the same time, Momma yanked open the door where that ugly, old, yucky, green, stinky monster was hidin'...but...nothin' was there! We musta tippy-toed too loud!

"See? There are no monsters in your closet," Momma told me and she smiled real pretty and her eyes looked happy. But, shoot, I wanted to find that monster real bad. Maybe...just maybe...he was hidin' somewhere else. Then I knew, "Of course not, now he 'probly lives under my bed!"

"Oh, Boo Boo," I heard her sigh as I peeked at the bed. Then I tippy-toed backwards out of my room followin' the smell of Momma's perfume behind me. The carpet was real soft and I didn't want my shoes on anyhow. But tomorrow I'm gonna grab Momma and look for him again. I just know that monster is hidin' somewhere in my room and with Momma and my magic sword, I'm gonna find him!




This was my oldest daughter on a monster hunt at the age of 5!