Hi guys! This is my first Lost Boys one shot. Let me know what you guys think!
Disclaimer: I do not own The Lost Boys or any of the characters. All rights belong to the writers and Joel Schumacher.
It was a rather hot night in Phoenix, and a five year old Sam Emerson was getting ready for bed. Wearing his mixed matched pajamas, he climbed into his bed, teddy bear in hand. He snuggled up in his blankets as the air conditioner ran in the window next to his bed.
His mother, Lucy, came in and read him an unknown story.
"And they all lived happily ever after." She whispered, closed the book, and kissed his head.
"Night Mommy." He smiled and hugged her before she walked out. Sam stared at the ceiling until he dosed off into a light sleep.
Sam was asleep for an hour or two before he woke up. He had heard something- almost a clatter- in the night. He sat up quickly and looked around his small bedroom. Glancing up at the closet slowly, he noticed it slowly opening. Like any five year old, he covered his bed with the blankets and pretended to be asleep.
To afraid to call out to his parents, he laid there in his bed, not moving until the closet door swung open. Sam sat up quickly, moving closer to the wall behind him. He pulled up his knees to his chest staring at the darkness through the door of the closet.
Slowly, a figure stepped out of the closet. Sam's eyes watered as he tried to scream for his parents, but nothing would come out. The figure was taller than Sam, it had the body of a little boy, but the face of a troll.
Sam cried softly as the troll got closer to him. It climbed onto his bed and Sam just stared at it, terrified. The troll ran it's fingers across his face, slowly, scratching him. He wimpered softly in pain, tears running down his cheeks.
"M-Mommy! D-Daddy!" Sam screamed in terror.
A few moments later Sam's bedroom door swung open and his light flicked on and his parents entered.
Lucy ran to the bed. "Michael Emerson!" She screamed, pulling the troll off Sam's bed and ripping the mask off, "How dare you scare your brother like that!"
Sam just wimpered, still terrified as his father picked him up and held him. He cried hard after a few moments. "M-Mikey's mean!" He cried hard.
Lucy pulled Michael into the hallway as she yelled about how much trouble he was in.
Sam's father, Sheldon, set him on his bed, "You're alright, Sammy. Mike's just being mean."
Sam gave a small nod as he picked up his teddy bear and hugged it, staring at the closet. Sheldon glanced back at the closet and got up, closed it, and went back to Sam. "Sammy, if the closet's closed nothing can get you, ok?"
He nodded and hugged his father, "Ok, Daddy."