"Mommy, can I come there?" I turned around to see my 5-year old daughter at the doorway. It was middle in the night. I smiled as I turned away from my computer.
"Of course, sweetie." I said and smiled. Then she walked over to me and I took her into my arms.
"Shouldn't you be sleeping?" I asked her.
"I can't. The monster is making noises in my closet again." 'Ah, again this.' I thought as I patted her head. From the start when my daughter was born, she had..., some problems. Nobody seems to know what's up with her. Or found the reason to it. From the outside she looks like a normal girl, but then there are the times. She gets these fits. Like suddenly she can start screaming, and no one knows when she'll stop. She also can start crying just like that, and while crying she often complains that it hurts somewhere. Once I drew her to the hospital, but the doctors there didn't seem to find a reason to her pain.
Then there's also times when she sees things. Like this so called monster in her closet. My daughter has a really vivid imagination. I really love her, but sometimes I get really tired...
"Did you tell it to stop?" I asked her as I stroke her hair.
"Yes, but it wouldn't stop. It just kept calling at me."
"But do you know how you can get rid of it?" I asked her. She was almost asleep now.
"How?" She mumbled.
"Just close your eyes, and count to three and it'll go away."
"But it really can't..." And with that she fell asleep. I sat there her in my arms for awhile, before I saw that it was the best to get her in her bed. But before I could get up from my chair, I heard steps from the hallway. I froze on the spot. Now I put my hand protective around my daughter. What the hell was this? I was the only one living with my daughter in this house. Now I was starting to get really scared. Then out of the blue my daughter let out a giggle. I jumped a little bit, because it sounded creepy.
"You know, it really never goes away..." My daughter said.
"What?" I asked really scared now.
"She's there..." She pointed at the door. And the door opened a little bit, following the sound:
"Sweetie, to who are you talking to?"
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