It’s dark. I don’t like the dark. The monsters are only meant to come out in the dark. Which is worse, the monster in here or that one out there? If I roll up in a ball, make myself smaller he might not see me if he opens the door. If I move to the back behind the hanging clothes I could disappear. He won’t see me then.
I could give a little cry, he won’t hear that will he? My throat feels sore. I’m keeping my tears away. Mummy said think of happy things. Think of Christmas. I like Christmas. I like toys.
I can hear him downstairs. He’s banging things. It’s making me jump. I’ve let out a whimper. Please don’t hear, please don’t hear. …show more content…
I wish my mummy was here. I want my mummy. Don’t cry, don’t cry. Christmas, think Christmas.
It’s quiet. Has he gone? Mummy said wait until she comes. It won’t hurt if I peek. I won’t open the door, just look through the holes. I can see the sunlight, the carpet and the door. It’s open wide. I can see my fire engine. I got that for Christmas. What was that creak? It’s coming from outside the room. I can see the stairs from here too. There’s a creak again. It’s getting louder and closer. What’s that? It’s his head. He’s looking for something. He’s looking for