I awoke to the sound of a creaking door. I stared at my closet for minutes, hours? I can’t really say. It felt as if time stood sill while I waited for something to happen—to stir in the night and confirm what I knew to be true.

I never forgot to lock the closet after I was done “playing” with it. That one of a kind creature that was harmless during the daytime, but absolutely murderous once the sun sank behind the horizon and relinquished its spot to the pale moon. But tonight, I forgot to lock the door.

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