In The Closet

A dark short story about a father, his son, and the monster in the closet.

 Every night for a year, a little boy went into his father's room complaining of monsters in his closet. The father would tell the boy that it was okay, monsters don't like the way little boys taste, go back to bed. And so every night, he did. 

 Suddenly, the little boy stopped coming into his father's room every night. The father didn't sleep soundly with his nightly routine interrupted, but after a few weeks, everything settled down and went back to normal. 

In the dead of winter, in the middle of a storm, the power went out. "Dad, there's monsters in my closet!" he heard from the doorway of his bedroom. He immediately got out of bed and went to console his son. 

In the morning, when his wife woke up to an empty bed, she searched everywhere for him before calling the police. When they finally found his body, it was surrounded by small, bloody handprints. 

 "Is your son missing as well?" the police asked the woman. 

 She shook her head, in tears. "No, he's been dead since the end of summer. We found him suffocated inside his closet.”

Author's Note

This story is not mine. My friend Kenzie wrote it but wouldn't post it because it "doesn't fit her blog(s)" on tumblr. I think its awesome though and it should be shared, so she's given me permission to post it here.
I want to see if people agree with me that this is good stuff!