Closet Monster Part I

When I was little, I was convinced there was a giant monster in my closet that would come out whenever I’d fall asleep. In the darkness, I’d always try to make out a fuzzy outline, a form of some sort. I was never sure whether or not it was mean and ugly or cute and cuddly, but I knew it was there. Many years later, just when I thought I had outgrown that childhood whimsy, something bizarre occurred. It was a rainy autumn night, and I had just gone to bed when a soft knock fell upon my closet door.