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

Tap tap tap on the door. 
 Bitsy gathered her bravery, approached the closet's door as she knew she must, face her fear as she did each night. Mother, with her dangling eye and missing arm, always insisted, every night, that nothing would be there. That Bitsy did not deserve it yet, that she would open the door to find the space beyond empty, hollow. She would find herself alone, always. She would never go through the transformation. She was not brave enough to have earned her right of passage. 
 Mother had been right every night, so far.... Despite the monster tapping, tormenting her, urging her to open her door.... 
 
 Bitsy took a deep breathe, inhaling the scent of musty clothes, stale shoe leather, and caught a whiff of the faint odor that had been lingering for an entire week.... It was the smell of a worm. A dead, decomposing worm that the monster had placed inside her bedroom as she slept... right next to her pillow, tucked underneath a blanket... surely... she KNEW IT WAS THERE..... 
 
 She opened the door, sighed in relief when nothing was there. She knew to shield her eyes, but unwary of tricks, she let her hands fall from her face, confident she would not meet the gaze of a terror. As she peered into the gloom, a sleeve brushed her shoulder and she jumped, but quickly brushed it off, desperately trying to be brave, to hide her terror from Mother, tucked away in her corner, honorably discarded, judging. 
 
 And then suddenly, a miniature beast sprang from her hiding place underneath the bed, much smaller than Bitsy had seen in her nightmares. So much smaller, Bitsy thought with a shudder.... It threw itself into view, silhouetted against the block of pale light streaming in through the hole in it's wall.... Hateful light, gleaming off the eyes of the monster before her, locked on her own.... Unable to look away, Bitsy's skin began to pinch, ruffle, a hideous sort of mold growing along her arms... her stomach.... 
 
 The monster stared her down, arms above it's head, wiggling it's fingers theatrically in a display of true and utter insanity.... She felt her entire body begin to firm, toe to top expanding under it's gaze... each orifice of her body sealing, much to her utter terror.... Nose flattening against her cheeks, stitches winding through her lips, forcing a terrifying, uniform smile.... She could not believe this was happening to her, already... 
 
 The last to go were her eyes.... Breathe trapped in her lungs, never to be released, she could not even pant in horror as her sight blurred... everything took on a hideous shine as she felt the balls case over, to remain permanently open, sightless, frozen.... 
 
 
 
 Four year-old Annie Cudgens bent, retrieved her new stuffed animal, and skipped her way back to bed.
