The Monster in the Closet

I’ve been afraid of monsters since I was a little boy.  Monsters with their gnarly teeth and sharp claws ripping you apart piece by piece.  But the thing I fear most is that they could be any where.  Under the bed or in the car, but mine lives in the closet.  At night it crawls out on all fours and slithers up the wall and stares at me with big bloodshot eyes with its mouth drooling with blood.  I’m parallelized every night from the fright that one night it will tear me apart.  All ways remember, the monster in the closet is ruthless, and it might come out of hiding like my did tonight.