© Elena Grossman, 2019
ISBN 978-5-0050-6908-5
Created with Ridero smart publishing system
Mark Petri, climbed the stairs to his room. And turned on the light. Nothing ordinary, he did not see. His toys were in place. He turned off the light, and went to the bed. He climbed under a warm blanket. He looked around the room once more. It seems there is nothing wrong.
As soon as he closed his eyes, he heard a rattle. He opened his eyes, his heart pounded, as if he had run a kilometer.
Again, someone scratched the closet door. Mark slowly turned his head in the direction in which he heard a noise. But I couldn’t make out anything. It was too dark. He reached for the nightlight. A hand slowly felt for it. A faint light came on. The light did not reach the place where the cupboard stood. Mark sat on the bed and looked toward the closet. Suddenly a voice came from the side of the closet:
– M-ahhhh!
He could not even scream, he was paralyzed.
And again the voice says:
– Mark, I’m going out, I’m tired of sitting in the closet and waiting for the onset of darkness, I’m not alone. You will have fun with us.