The monster walked out of the closet, its cavernous, toothy mouth drooling radioactive slime onto the floor. It lumbered over to the bed, where the grown man lay, staring up in unbelief.
"Really?" he said. "Aren't you a little late? I haven't been afraid of monsters in the closet since I was six!"
The monster growled and howled. Its blood-stained claws snapped at the darkness.
The man laughed.
"You're even green!" the man said. "Seriously, what are you doing here?"
The monster reached a long, slimy tentacle out, touching the man on the forehead with a sucker.
A word entered the man's head.
"MESSAGE"
"What message?" the man asked.
The monster dissolved into a vision in the man's mind. A vast emptiness. An utter meaningless void. Nothing ever mattered. Nothing ever will.
The man pulled the covers up and shivered. Hours later, he still was unable to sleep.
This work by Timothy H. Ruppel is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License.
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