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

With a low creak, the door to the closet slowly opened. Two glowing red eyes appeared, staring into the dark bedroom. The eyes vanished as the shadow silently floated to the foot of the bed. Its eyes reappeared and two spindly arms rose menacingly. A soft growl rumbled from beneath the bed as the shadow leaned over, closer and closer towards the pillow. Suddenly, the shadow stopped and pulled back. 
 
 “ Fred, ” the shadow whispered. The growling continued. 
 
 “ Fred! ” The bedroom went silent, save for faint voices coming from downstairs. “ Brooklyn ’ s gone. ” 
 
 Four eyes on the end of stalks peered up around the edge of the mattress to find the child-sized bed empty, then turned to the shadow. 
 
 “ I don ’ t remember hearing anything about her spending the night with friends, ” the monster muttered. Her parents were clearly downstairs, and it was a school night. An hour past her bedtime, too; ideal scaring time. 
 
 “ Me neither, ” the wraith hissed. He drifted over to the door leading to the hallway. He pressed part of his shadowy body on the hinges to silence them and gently pulled on the handle. He turned back to his companion as they both heard an unexpected sound from dining room - crying. It was Brooklyn ’ s mother. 
 
 “ It ’ s only been a few hours, I ’ m sure she ’ s fine, ” her husband said in an attempt to console her. “ You called the police as soon as you realized she was missing. I ’ m sure they ’ ve already fou- ” he was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. “ That ’ s probably them! ” he said enthusiastically. The shadow listened intently to the sound of the father ’ s footsteps, followed by the opening of the front door and a long pause. He could tell that whatever had happened to Brooklyn, she had not been found. 
 
 Without warning, Fred slid out from beneath the bed. The shapeless, oozing mass rolled over to the door and rose to the height of an adult human. “ John, ” he whispered to the shadow, “ we need to move. NOW. ” Forming a ball again, he travelled down the hallway, glistening in the faint light, yet leaving no trail behind him. He disappeared into the parents ’ room and moved to the dresser. Pulling out a long-sleeved shirt and pair of pants, he absorbed them into his body and pushed them to the surface, molding himself into the shape of a person. His arm stretched and snaked its way around the bed and into the closet to grab a pair of shoes. On his way out, he grabbed the ball cap from the top of the dresser and put it on his head, covering his top pair of eyes. He stepped into the hallway and looked back towards Brooklyn ’ s room. The doorway was empty. 
 
 Fred sighed and took a few soft steps forward. Brooklyn ’ s mother had started weeping, lessening the need for him to stay quiet. “ John, we don ’ t have time for this. I know how you feel about going out into the open, but- ” 
 
 “ I ’ ve got your back. ” Fred turned around to see his shadow, flat against the wall, with two glowing red circles where his eyes would be. The circles narrowed angrily. “ No one hurts Brooklyn on our watch. ”
