After you failed to convince your daughter that you killed the monster of the closet years ago . One day you return from work to find her room in mess and the closet door riped off with her slipper coming out of the closet wall with a few words engraved on the walls `` I 'M BACK '' [ wp ]

I step around all her old toys, posters, clothes, everything she left behind, moving towards the splintered closet frame. Lynn left for college six weeks ago. There's nothing left here but memories. Her old ballet slipper half-wedged into the wall - she quit when she was twelve. And there's the monster, just as Lynn described to me all those years ago. Long, furry, gorilla-like arms, a mouth full of snaggly teeth. I'd slapped a colander on my head as a helmet, gone in armed with a toilet paper roll sword, banged and slammed and made a fuss. She'd never believed me when I'd told her I'd killed it. Nights and nights after that of her waking me up at night, wanting to climb into bed. 
 
 It's crouched in the corner of the closet, almost pouting, carving scribbles into the floor with its claw. It looks up at me and bares its teeth, making sputtering noises, then drops its eyes to the floor and falls silent. 
 
 `` You miss her too, huh?'' 
 
 I crawl into the closet next to it and for a long moment we just sit there together.
