How could my Daddy do this to me, I questioned. After several sightings and disappearances, my Daddy came to my room and he gently took my hand and walked me to the closet as I screamed, cried and flailed around. But when my Daddy left the room the monster would come right back. And sure enough for the time my Dad was with me the monster was gone. My Dad would turn on the light to check on me, reassuring me that there was no monster. I would cry out to my Daddy to come and get me before the monster could. He sat there looking and waiting for me to fall asleep. I could see his pointed nose and long ears and neck. This monster would appear when I went to bed. When I was a little girl, I remember being completely afraid of the dark, for you see in my closet lived a monster.
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