[ WP ] the monster in the closet finally lures the child into the darkness , only to realize something is very very wrong

There I was laying in bed as usual, late at night, unable to sleep. Staring into the endless void of my ceiling and pondering the events of the soon to be new day. Reminding myself of activities from my recent past. Darting in and out of random thoughts, but never really achieving my desire of actually falling asleep. I was almost mad at myself. 
 
 When all of a sudden I started to feel slightly dizzy, just- ever so slightly. It was a strange feeling at first, sort of like, the air all around you slowly grabbing at your skin gently the way fingertips would if they were brushed against you lightly. I knew something was off, but I could n't put my finger on it at first. 
 
 Then I saw it. In the shadow of my closet door, a dim glow appeared. Just one, a small red glow. Suddenly I was paralyzed. No, I mean like as in I could n't move. I was frozen. Locked into a stare down with this ominously dark red glow. Fear washed over me like the waves lapping up the face of a beach. 
 
 I was frozen. 
 
 The glow intensified and so with it the aperture of my retinas. 
 
 I was locked into position, laying on my bed, completely helpless, as this evil light started getting brighter- and brighter. It was bad enough that it was glowing in the first place, but now it had became bright enough to reveal the next chapter in what was soon to be my reason for wishing I was dead. 
 
 There it was. It's face was unmistakable. The monster was back. I thought I had killed it but apparently I was wrong, and this light was not what I thought it was. It was worse, way worse. Worse in the kind of way where you know you're about to die. The monster knew I had killed it and now it sought revenge. I could n't move, and my only perception was the ever growing force that was now slowly pulling me and the monster closer together. The very space between us was simply getting smaller, or maybe I was floating towards him- I could n't tell. 
 
 I was still laying in my favorite position. On my side, with my arms and legs curled up in a bunch, happily staring into the edges of my room. My name is Elena, I am 9 years old and usually my room is a pretty safe place. Until recently when this weird thing from another dimension found a way to slip into our dimension through my closet. Yea it was pretty weird, but I killed it. I did n't understand how it could have possibly came back, because I really did a fantastic job of overcoming the beast. Yet, there it was- possessing the fabric of space around me and not letting me out of it's control. Fury in it's eyes and a lingering hit list with one name on it. Elena. Marked for utter destruction. Being pulled uncontrollably towards her certain fate this very second, unable to control her own body, and incapacitated by the instrument of her demise. 
 
 When just as abruptly as it started, something suddenly changed. The force around her started to weaken. She slowed down. She could move around a little bit if she really tried. 
 
 Then as she got closer the red light made the features in the monsters face clear and unmistakable. It was an emotion she recognized, oddly enough. The monsters eyes glazed over and its head moved back. It was as if it knew something was wrong. It was the moment that the monster realized it had made a mistake. The same moment when I drew the knife from under my gown and thrusted it deep into the monsters chest. I turned it slowly like I had seen on the movies, and it only made the monsters eyes bigger. All of them. It was a wild sight to behold. 
 
 My body lurched, and my feet were dropped onto the floor with the rest of my body weight thrown on top. I was free. Or so I thought. I had been so confident before that I won, and here I stood over the monsters body a second time. Victorious, I paused to be sure this really just happened. I clanked my ankle against the monsters pale smoky white face. It was motionless, and hollow. 
 
 The monster bled out from the wounds I gave it. They were long, gnarly gash marks, I really hacked away at it and lost control. It had made a noise in the process that I'm uncomfortable describing, even in my own memory. It's blood was black, like a hot wet tar that leaked quickly across the floor. 
 
 I smiled. I knew it was over. Look at this thing, it was eviscerated. The look on its face was filled with regret. The look on my face must have been priceless. 
 
 I turned around and retreated back into the comfort of my bed, feeling refreshed and new- and not a worry in my mind. I laid down and exhaled as I closed my eyes. I smiled again, and slowly drifted off to sleep- feeling like the queen of my own castle, moon and stars draped upon me, as the dying beast on my floor exhaled its final breath.
