Chrissie can't sleep. She explains her reason.
Chrissie bolted upright in her sleep. Eyes like saucers, fearfully glancing over at the closet at the other side of her room. The five year old clutched her teddy bear Goober close to her chest, before huddling under her bed sheets. She had discovered two thing about Uncle Bobby's house. One, it was creepy at night and everything creaked and moaned. Two, that was when the monster that lived in her closet became hungry. A sudden squawk from a raven outside spooked the little girl, causing her to clamber out of bed. Chrissie scuttled about in the dark with her stuffed toy until she found the room her big brothers shared. The boys were startled by the sound of distressed whimpers and the sound of their bedroom door squeaking open.
The eldest of the three siblings switched the bedside lamp on, and was greeted by his baby sister who was pulling at his free arm.
"Chrissie?," asked the seventeen year old noticing the infant's tear streaked face. "Sweetheart what's wrong?"
The child pouted and continued to yank her brother's arm. Something was upsetting her.
"The monster's gonna eat me," sniffled Chrissie. "Tell him to go away Deanie."
"What monster?" asked her brother.
"The one in my closet," replied Chrissie. "He scary."
Thirteen year old Sam climbed out of his own bed and travelled towards his sister. The poor thing was shivering.
"He tried to eat Goober, Sammy," said Chrissie in a serious tone. "But I saved him."
"That was very brave of you," returned the middle sibling. "I'm sure Goober is very grateful."
The child glanced at the teddy bear that was tucked under her arm and gave the toy a small smile. She nodded at her brother. The thirteen year old took hold of the child's hand and allowed her to lead him into her bedroom. The eldest followed close by. It was probably just her imagination again, but Dean couldn't afford to be wrong. The older teenager pushed the closet door open slowly. He turned his head around and noticed a trembling Chrissie was hiding behind Sam, hugging his right leg.
"Mr Monster, on behalf of my sister Chrissie," began the eldest, secretly embarrassed that he was talking to nothing. "I request that you don't eat her. Cos if you try any of your crap again, me and her brother Sammy will kick your butt. And yeah, it is a threat. So are ya gonna leave her alone?"
There was a pause. Chrissie peered at the closet from behind her brother and gulped nervously. She could see the monster nod it's large scaly head, before it's red eyes dimmed and disappeared altogether. Cautiously, the little girl ventured over to her big brother. She gazed up at him with awe and adoration in her bright green eyes.
"You my hero," beamed Chrissie. "You made the monster go away. Thanks you."
The infant rewarded her hero with a leg crushing hug. Boldly, Chrissie then stepped into the closet and blew a raucous raspberry. The brothers laughed.
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