[ WP ] Your toys come alive at night to protect you against the demons trying to kill you .

I was always a toy lover, I've been collecting all the toys I could find since I was a kid. My mom always thought I was childish, I mean, what eighteen year old still has a toy collection?! I did n't care about what other people thought, those toys were there for me when nobody else was. Those toys were my escape, they were my friends, and I always felt a special connection with those toys. I did n't fit in at school, I did n't have any friends, I sat in school all day, daydreaming about my toys and all the adventures they could go on. Today at school, we were told to write a story about something we love, so of course I wrote about my toys. I wrote a story about the toys coming to life to fight against forces of evil. Those toys, in a way, did provide that sense of protection. Whenever I was playing with them, I always felt safe. The teacher was looking around the room for someone to share their story and her eyes locked with mine and I knew that she was going to ask me to share my story. I got up and told my story and everyone laughed at me. I was embarrassed, humiliated, they did n't know what those toys meant to me. 
 
 I ran home that day after school, hoping that nobody would ask me about my story, and they did n't. I ran up to my room and locked the door. I rummaged through my toys and grabbed my favorite ones. I let my writing come to life, reenacting the story I had written in class with my toys. My mom was coming up the stairs, so I quickly threw my toys back into the container, but I forgot about one of them. When my mom opened the door, she saw my one toy soldier laying on the floor, and she said, `` You're STILL playing with those stupid toys!?'' I told her that I was n't, that I was just cleaning up my room, but of course that was a lie. I went to sleep right after, because I was embarrassed, and I had a really bad day. That night when I went to sleep, I had a dream about the story I wrote. It was a strange dream though... my toys came to life while I was sleeping to protect me. I always wished that my toys were real, because I know that they would love me. I did n't really have anyone to rely on, or befriend, that's why those toys became my world. 
 
 I woke up in the middle of the night, which was unusual, I was usually a heavy sleeper. I looked around my room for something that might have woke me up and I noticed one of my toys laying on the bed next to me. I was fairly certain that I did n't put it there... but as I went to pick it up to put it back in the container, it leaped out of my hand. Then it started talking to me... Was I still dreaming? I was n't sure, but I just went along with it. The toy told me that every night they've been fighting off creatures. Creatures? Toys coming to life? Maybe the medicine I took earlier tonight was finally getting to me... I would n't have believed any of this, until I saw a demon emerge from the container I kept my toys in. I saw my toys fighting off this creature and I ran out of my room screaming, waking up my mother. My mother asked me what was wrong and I told her exactly what was wrong, but I knew she would never believe me. I told her to go into my room and look around... at eighteen that seemed juvenile, but I was terrified. My mother rolled her eyes at me, but she still went up to my room to look around. Of course she found nothing and she told me to go back to sleep. I could n't sleep at all that night, I just stared at that container of toys. 
 
 The next day I woke up and got ready for school. For once, I actually anticipated school, because I knew that I was safe from those creatures at school. When the day was over, I dreaded my return home. I was terrified that the creature would come out again. I got home, walked slowly to my room, I found my mom at the top of the stairs coming out of my room. `` What's in your hands''? I asked her. `` These toys need to go! I'm tired of your crazy antics, these toys have been a nuisance!'' My mom was getting rid of the only things that meant something and the only things that protected me. I begged her not to throw them out, I told her that those toys were fighting creatures at night and I needed them there because I did n't know what would happen if they were n't there. My mom scoffed and said, `` You're an adult, it's time to grow up!'' `` But, mom!'' I said, `` I would like to grow up, that's why I really need those toys in my room!'' My mom laughed and told me that I was being childish. 
 
 That night, I laid down in my bed, I was fearful. My toys were no longer there to fight those creatures. I had no idea what would happen now. Somehow I fell asleep, but I heard a bunch of noise coming from the side of my bed. A dark figure emerged and all I could do was watch it take form. It got bigger and bigger and uttered the words, `` Your toys are gone now and so is your life.'' What was left to do? I had to accept that those toys were the only thing that could save me and they're not here anymore. The creature smiled and said, `` This is what a demon looks like, are you scared''? I nodded my head and the demon said one last thing to me, `` You think you're scared now? Just wait until you see where you're going next!'' Now my mom does n't have a daughter anymore. All because she thought I was being childish. All because she thought those toys were stupid. Were those toys stupid, mom, we're they!?
