[ WP ] I 'm fairly certain I 've closed my closet door more times than I 've opened it ...

Staring intently at the hole on the other side of the room, Tim knew that he had closed the closet door this morning. Looking into the black crack between pine and an infinite darkness, that stretched into dancing colors when he shut his eyes. It had always been a fear of Tim's- being a boy of only 12 he had overcome many things in his life, but none like this. There was something so bone chillingly sinister about a boy, left alone in his room, to fend off the demons of the night. 
 
 *Of course monsters are n't real, * Tim thought to himself, covers ascending over his face, *if they were, mommy and daddy would have at least told me how to run away. * 
 
 Reassuring himself, Tim lowered the covers back below his chin, and turned his head back into the direction of his closet. It had opened wider. 
 
 *No, * Tim though, heart suddenly beating faster, *It ca n't be! I knew they were real all along! * 
 
 Shrinking back into his safety net, Time found it impossible to even whimper his mother's name, as the door crept wider and wider, and the darkness grew bigger, and deeper. In a moment, Tim would be pulled into the swirling, infinite unknown. 
 
 *I'll be like one of those boys on the milk carton! Oh please let me just wake up! Wake up! * 
 
 `` Wake up! Tim? Tim honey, it's time to wake up for school.'' Cooed Tim's mother from beside the bed. 
 
 `` Did you loose me in the closet Mommy?'' Tim asked, sheepishly. 
 
 `` The closet? You sure do have some imagination. Get your clothes out of the closet, and get dressed. We'll be late!'' She said, rushing out the door. 
 
 Tim strode cautiously to the closet, and flung open the door to reveal his collared shirts he would wear for the day. He peered deeper inside, as the sun shined deeply into it's depths, exposing the nightmare's hiding places. *It's all a dream* Tim thought to himself and hurried out to the kitchen, shutting the closet door behind him. 
 
 As he left, the closet creaked open, ever so slowly.
