[ WP ] I was seven when the monsters broke the treaty .

I was seven when the monsters broke the treaty. 
 
 Like, seriously, come on! Everything was working fine, they did n't make a mess of my life and I'd leave the wardrobe door open at night. All good right? Nope! 
 
 So it was a few weeks after my seventh birthday, I woke up and my room was a mess! Not just my usual clothes in the lego box and lego on the ground mess, no it was a pigsty! It took me a moment to actually comprehend what had happened. At first I thought it had been Moxy, my dog, who had somehow gotten into my room and messed everything up. However, my teddy's were n't torn to shreds and Moxy would have probably ended up sleeping on the foot of my bed anyway. 
 
 So after I figured it out over a bowl of cereal and some deep introspection, I realised that this meant war. 
 
 That night I kept the wardrobe door closed. You see monster's always come through the wardrobe, some think they come from under the bed but that's just plain silly. Well, there was one time when one of the monster's stepped on one of my lego and knocked themselves out until just before dawn so they had to hide under my bed from the sun... but that's a different story. 
 
 So I kept the wardrobe closed that night and after Mum had come in and tucked me in and said good night, for the third time, I began to hear the shuffle of their clawed feet and the whisper of their curiosity. The wardrobe door rattled slightly but I had made sure to keep it properly locked by tying my Taekwondo yellow belt around the handles. I'm pretty good at Taekwondo, I should be a black belt by next year. Again, that's a story for another time. 
 
 This happened for a few more days until finally they slipped a note under the door. I opened it and read it. I would write what they wrote here but you probably do n't speak Monster, so it basically translated as `` We want a meeting''. 
 
 The following night I set up a meeting, I let them come into my bedroom but I showed them I was ready for any foul play by holding a torch in one hand and a feather in the other - monsters are allergic to tickles. 
 
 `` What's the meaning of this?'' asked Poopyface, their leader. His name was n't actually Poopyface, it was more of a pop and a snarl noise followed by a wheeze but I just found it easier to call him Poopyface - I do n't think he caught on properly. 
 
 `` You broke the treaty!'' I said defiantly. 
 
 `` We would never break the treaty, what good would that do for us?'' Poopyface argued. There was a grunt of agreeance from the monster on his left, Urgl Burgl, again it's name was more of a vomit kind of noise but whatever, I'm translating from Monster here, give me a break. 
 
 `` Then why was my room in such a mess, I'm not the cleanest in the world but that was beyond ridiculous. Do you know how long it took me to clean all that up!? Like eleventy hours! Mum was furious! You said you would n't mess up my room ever since we made the treaty.'' 
 
 `` Again, why would we mess up your room? Just to be stuck in the wardrobe again? No thanks, we want to go out in the night time!'' this time Nosepicker spoke up... That's actually it's name. 
 
 I stared at them for a moment, trying to see if they were just conning me or not. However something in my guts, that was n't two servings of ice cream for dessert, told me they were telling the truth. 
 
 `` If you did n't, then who did?'' I asked, verging on the point of fear. 
 
 There was a creak from my door, the monsters and myself all turned and I shone my torch as quick as I could. 
 
 In the torch light I caught the culprit and just as quickly they had vanished. 
 
 I turned to Poopyface, Urgl Burgl, Nosepicker and the rest of the monsters and almost as if we had all read each others thoughts, we said who our new war was against. 
 
 `` The Boogeyman!''
