“Shit. Shit. Shit.” He backed up into the clothes, nervously. He squinted through the hanging shirts at the girl looking through them.
He’d been so careful all these years. The girl paused at a red flannel, and he took the opportunity to scoot to the other end of the closet. She pulled out the shirt and turned her back for a moment. He bit his lip and watched her back.
He had to do something. Looking around nervously, he stepped out of the closet. The carpet tickled his toes. He chewed on the inside of his lip and tiptoed across the room towards the bed. He could hide there.
Ducking down, he crawled under the bed. He curled up, bringing his knees to his chest, trying to quiet his breath. He listened to the girl walk around and hum. The buzz of her hairdryer clicked on and he shivered. He hated that thing.
He watched from under the bed as she slipped on her shoes. Moments later the light shut off and he was left in darkness. He let out a sigh of relief.
“Um, excuse me, who are you?” A voice hissed next to him. He jumped, his head hitting one of the slats supporting the mattress. With a curse, he scooted out from the bed and sat up. He closed his eyes and rubbed the top of his head.
“I believe I asked who you were.”
He opened his eyes and looked at the bed. There was someone under there. He’d messed up. He’d let someone see him.
“Jesus Christ, how many times do I have to ask?”
If he killed the person, everything would be okay, right? He shook his head. No. That wouldn’t work. They’d start investigating if they found a dead body in the room. A grunt came from under the bed.
“Were you raised in a barn, man?”
A pale hand thrust itself out of the darkness and snapped its fingers at him. He scuttled away, his back hitting the dresser.
“Scaredy cat, much?” Annoyance had seeped into the voice. The fingers tapped against the carpet, and the voice sighed. He chewed his lower lip and wrapped his arms around himself. Another hand emerged and sat next to the other.
“If you don’t answer, I’m coming out.” The voice said, as the hands pointed at him. He shook his head and pressed himself against the dresser. The council was going to find out. Everything was ruined.
“Alright, here I come, ready or not.” The hands crawled forward, revealing long knobby arms. He stood up and looked around the room, nervously. There had to be somewhere he could hide. He glanced at the closet and stepped towards it. If he could get in it, he’d be okay.
“Don’t you go running away, I’m already out.” The voice said, exasperated. He glanced back towards the bed. The arms were attached to a short, bloated creature. It looked him over and smiled, a single tooth sticking out of its upper gum.
“So you’re the monster in the closet?” The creature asked, raising one of its pale eyebrows, “Nice to finally meet you. I’m the monster under the bed.”