“But I don’t want to go to bed, the man with no eyes is waiting for me in the closet!” Tod cried to his Mom.

“Where did you get an idea like that?” Mom said gently. “Monsters aren’t real.”

“It’s a monster!” Tod cried harder.

Mom realized her mistake by calling it a monster instead of a man. Now three year old Tod was crying louder.

“I’ll look in your closet and show you nothing is in there,” Mom told Tod.

“No mommy, it will eat you,” Tod exclaimed.

“I’ll be fine,” Mom said as she opened the closet. There was nothing but clothing and some toys.

“See,” Mom said.

“Look up,” Tod whined.

Mom heard scraping sound like long claws on the ceiling of the closet.

‘Mice,’ Mom thought, looking up. It wasn’t mice

Clinging to the ceiling was a pale emaciated humanoid, with long sharp claws, a wide gaping mouth, with rows of sharp teeth, and hollowed out eyes.

It leaped on Mom and dug it’s claws in her eyes. She screamed while the creatcher dug her eyes out.

Tod screamed, and hid under the covers.

The creature plopped the now dead Mom’s eyes, in it’s own eye sockets.

It wasn’t satisfied as the eyes didn’t stay in and rolled out onto the floor.

“One more time,” the creatcher barely eligible voice growled out.

At the voice, Tod let out a little wimper.

He heard scurrying across the room to under his bead.

Tod knew he hade to be quiet now.

He quietly peaked his head out of the covers. Even that little bit of movement shifted the old bed.

The monsters hand shot out, reaching on the bed.

It felt around looking for the source of the noise, each second getting closer to Tod.

Tod knew he couldn’t stay on the bed. He had to run to the phone, call the emergency hotline and then find a new hiding spot. A lot to ask of a scared three year old.

Tod bolted from the bed and ran out of his room and down the hall, too the kitchen where the wall phone was. He made a racket doing so. The creatcher was right behind him.

Tod went to grab the phone, but the scary truth set in. Tod was not tall enough to reach the phone.

Before he could cry the monster got to him.

Months passed and the smell of decay brought the cops out to the house. They found a bloated corpse of a woman missing her eyes, and a bloated corpse of a three year old boy also missing his eyes.

On the other side of the world, a five year old girl, cried, “but I don’t want to go to bed, the man with no eyes is waiting for me in the closet!”