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The monster in my closet
I was scared, how couldn't I, I know that my father warned me about the scary movie, but after a friend called me chicken I knew I had to watch the complete movie, and through the whole movie I didn't thought it was that scary, only when I came into my house, late at night, when everyone in my family went to sleep that I found out how scared I was, and I was scared because my mind started to run wild about what could happen to me if the monster of that movie came for me, I would probably end up dead and I didn't like that idea in particular. When you are scared you start to imagine things, and you start to be oversensitive of every stimulus that you receive, sounds become much more potent, movements that would normally seem mundane become flashes through your vision and suddenly you start to notice every part of your house where the wood started to grow old and started to creak in the night thanks to the change of temperature, but since you are scared you don't think rationally and you think that either it’s a burglar or its a monster, either way you think about the fact that you are going to die. Most of the times I got scared I had those feelings, but this time was a little different, this time after watching a movie with my friends, getting into my house, and going to sleep I heard a strange noise, at first I thought that it was a simple noise and I was paranoid, then after the same noise repeated itself multiple times I had to at least take it as something that was actually happening, but since I was scared I just silently asked:
-Hello, is somebody there?
-NO (said something in the shadows)
My body froze, I couldn't believe it, never in my wildest dreams had I thought this situation would come true and it was not a situation I wanted to be true. The voice that answered me was deep and sounded like it was growling, it sounded old but didn't sound extremely angry.
I stayed frozen for a long time, I couldn't actually tell, it felt like years had passed but after seeing my clock, no more than 2 minutes had passed, I remembered my father telling me about how we perceive time relative to our environment and sometimes a minute can feel like an eternity, this was not the time to be feeling this, and after some tough I decided to speak up.
-Who are you?
-YOUR KIND DOES NOT KNOW MY LANGUAGE, I CANT TELL YOU MY NAME.
And there is when I realized that it wasn't a robber in my house, that was an actual monster, but since ignoring it wouldn't lead to anything I decided to keep the conversation.
-Why are you here?
-IT WAS A MISTAKE, I SOULD NOT BE HERE.
-Are you going to hurt me?
-THAT IS NOT MY INTENTION.
-So… you are not evil?
-WHAT YOUR RACE BELIEVES IS GOOD AND EVIL IS A LIE BASED ON VIEWPOINTS, BUT NO, I AM NOT “EVIL”
He remarked the word evil with his voice.
-Can I see you?
-THAT WOULD NOT BE WISE, I AM TOLD I SCARE YOUR KIND.
-Why?
Suddenly I noticed I was starting to lose that fear, he might be a monster, but he was not exactly evil.
-I AM FROM ANOTHER DIMENSION, AND YOUR KIND THINKS I AM UGLY.
-Well if it makes you feel better I'm relieved that you are not the type of monster that would eat me right now.
-I WOULD NEVER EAT YOUR KIND, THAT WOULD BE DISTASTEFUL, ALSO I AM A VEGETARIAN.
I concluded that I would have to sleep eventually, I couldn't keep talking to him all day, so I told him
-Is it ok if I go to sleep?
-I HAVE NO PROBLEM WITH THAT
-Goodnight then, if you want I can lend you my closet as long as you want.
After that encounter I kept my life normally just that instead of skeletons in my closet I had a monster, I called him bob.
