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Monsters. They live in the head of children, most are make believe, stuffed into a thin wooden wardrobe once they grow out of the stage of believing in the unknown monster they lurk in the shadows waiting for them to belive in them again. I have learned in my 16 and a half years of living that no one believes In monsters forever. No one worries about them lurking in dark at night, no one screams and cry at a strange shadow in their room, or when something moves out of place... At least they shouldn't, logically they shouldn't be afraid. And nither should I, but when I see a glimpse a figure behind me I still jump turning around quickly to find nothing there thinking its only my imagination continueing on with my life as it was until I hear faint footsteps slowly approaching my bedroom I can't help but let my heart raise, i cant stop it from thrubbing against my ribcage and I can't help the way my hands sweat and shake, i cant help when my mind starts to race for answers after something (or someone) starts scratch at the wooden door. "Maybe it was the dog?" I say to myself. "Yeah.. that's right, it was the dog. It has to be.. he just wants new food or some treats." But when I check to see if Walter was sat infront of the door pawing at it and i open it to find nothing there I can help but worry, shake and let a chill run up my spine. "Maybe he went away? Got bored or inpatient and went to my mother to bother her with it instead?" Logically I knew that had to be true but I couldn't stop my mind from racing once again, my stomach fumbling as i thought of other possibilities. It was fine. It was going to be alright. I closed my door and walked back to my bed, the mattress dipping as I sat on the edge. I shook my head and ran my hand through my blond hair. "It's fine tommy" I whispered to myself. "You're fine-" I stoped talking when I heard the sound again, this time louder and more aggressive. It was the scratching again. And it went on and on, the clawing sound never halting. Sweat collected on the back of my neck as I watched the door waiting for something to come through that door, to let its self in, to attack and claw and scratch its way through. I lifted my hand to my neck and wiped the sweat away. I swallowed sharply before I stood. I paused and watched the door, the sound only got louder and more intense. I took one step. It got louder. I took another. It got louder. I took another, and another. It got louder and louder. I took another and another and another. It got louder and louder and louder. I reached the door and the sound was so unbearable I wanted to claw and scratch at my own ears. I wanted it to stop but it didn't! It only got louder. And louder. And louder, it got faster and faster. I needed to open the door I needed to get rid of the monster. I need the sound to just. Stop. I took one last step and slammed the door open. My eye go wide and my shoulders slump. There was nothing there. The door didn't have a srach or claw more on it. The paint was smooth. It wasn't there the monster wasn't really there.