[ TT ] A child is kidnapped . Outraged , the monsters that live under their bed and in their closet vow to find them .


 I woke up in a cold damp room, a burlap bag over my head. I remember going to the local superstore to grab some food for my new toy, when I felt something crack against the back of my skull. 
 
 “ Where the fuck am I?!? ” I yelled. A sharp crack accompanied the outburst. I felt a cool, slimy cord wrap around my shoulder and pull off the manky burlap. I was in my own basement, surrounded by some of the most appaling eldritch horrors that I could imagine. A hairy ten eyed dwarf with a meaty studded club where his right hand should have been. Next to him stood a mass of black and purple tentacles, it ’ s beak snapping angrily at a distance that was too close for comfort from my junk. The last being that surrounded me simply seemed to be a living shadow, as if fear and darkness thickened into a semi-humanoid shape. 
 
 “ Where am I? ” I asked, my hands clammy and body shaking as much as my voice. The tentacle mass was creeping around my body, feelings of moist dread fondling and binding my wrists and ankles to the chair I was sitting in. 
 
 “ You should know, Keith. ” said the shadow. “ We ’ re in your basement. Quite perfect for our needs really. Soundproofed, solid doors, and plenty of tools for our pleasure, but certainly not yours. ” I didn ’ t know that something without a face could look angry, but somehow it pulled it off. 
 
 “ Who are you? ” was the only thing that could come out of my mouth fast enough before the club handed one shattered my left knee with his hand. My mind was spasming as my leg was on fire, and I lost feeling in my leg. 
 
 “ Us? ” Said the shadow-man, “ Well, we ’ re the ones who give Lucy a healthy dose of fear at night, help her be wary of garbage like you. ” The mention of my toys name sent a bolt of fear down my spine, breaking through the searing pain in my leg. 
 
 “ I don ’ t know what you ’ re talking abou-AAAAGH!! ” I cried as club-hand turned my other knee into gravel. My mind was numb. I was being tortured by creatures out of a lovecraftian horror, and there was no way out. I should know, I designed the basement to be like that. 
 
 “ Funny, Lucy would say otherwise. Normally, she is terrified of our faces, but when we were summoned to her side at night she was overjoyed to see someone familiar. You must be one sick fuck to make a little girl welcome the monster under the bed. What do you say Ki ’ znesi? Give him a gift for our warm welcome. ” I felt the writhing tentacles tighten and the bones in my wrists and ankles bend and crack. Searing agony shot through my arms as a sickening wet crunch filled the room, absorbed quickly by the soundproofing. Almost as quickly as my screams. After I had quieted down, the shadow began to speak again. “ You see, even though she ’ s afraid of us, we were tasked with protecting little Lucy. We were tasked with keeping her safe. You pose a threat to that safety. And now, we will dispose of the threat. ” The shadow began walking towards me, and despite my body being a pure column of agony, it was nothing compared to the sheer, overwhelming terror that manifested itself in my gut as the darkness walked towards me. I could feel my mind slipping, completely forgetting my broken body, my sight tunneled to where the face of the shadow man should have been. 
 
 “ You ’ ve been a pain in my ass, Keith. You made us break our promises, and for that we had to hunt you down. ” One step closer. My sanity was melting, and visions of hell flashed before my eyes. A single shadowy finger began to reach out, inches from my forehead while the hellish landscapes shattered into pure, visceral terror. “ And for that, you ’ ll understand why people fear the boogeyman. ” The finger drove itself into my skull, into my brain, and then there was nothing. Only fear.
