Monsters

It was the first time that her parents had left her alone at night, and she hated being alone in the dark. All her begging not to leave her to the monsters had been in vain so she placed the phone beside her bed and turned on the TV. But still, wasn't there a knocking? What if she didn't hear them coming because of the TV, or was it possible that they were already hiding in her closet waiting for the right moment to attack her? She turned off the TV, took a full bottle and approached the closet. Her heart was beating like a drum, and every step took hours. What if there was a monster in it and it was too big for her and would eat her? Wasn't it better to call the neighbors anyway? But monsters always hide from adults and they wouldn't believe her that there was something. Yes, she could feel that there was something, but where? Hadn't there just been a dim light shining through her window and a cracking in the branches of the tree in front of it? She looked at her watch and a shudder went through her: it was almost midnight! Then she had a brilliant idea: She turned on all lights, first in her room then in the stairwell, in her parents' bedroom, in the living room, the kitchen, just everywhere so that the whole house was ablaze. She took her father's baseball racket and waited in front of the big clock in the living room. Would a monster lurking behind the couch be killed by the light? There were ten seconds left! The clock struck midnight and nothing happened. She looked behind the couch and all she found were a few crumbs, the remains of the monster! Satisfied with her work but still leaving the lights on and taking the baseball racket with her she went to bed.
After a while something woke her up. There had definitively been a noise somewhere in the house! She fastened her grip around the baseball racket, got up and lurked behind the door. Someone was sneaking up the staircase. What had Daddy told her about handling a baseball racket? How did they do it on TV? The steps sounded very close now and then she saw that the door opened slowly. She held her breath and charged. Something fell down on the floor and there was a loud scream. Then there was silence.
She stood there motionlessly. Blood was running through the gap of the door towards her feet. She was staring at it and loosened her grip around the baseball racket until it fell down. After a seemingly endless time someone took her by the hand and led her downstairs. Neither had she heard them coming nor seen them opening the door. She heard her mother crying and saw the blue lights, but it was all like a dream and seemed so far away. She looked into the big face in front of her. "Where is Daddy?" But there came no answer.

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