A Child's Fear

A Story About Monsters

A Child's Fear

She curled herself into a ball,

trying to take up as little space as possible.

She considered hiding under the bed,

or maybe in the closet,

but that's where the monsters came from.

So, she wedged herself under the desk instead.

The quilt wrapped around her little frame still smelled like her grandma,

but it offered little comfort at times like these.

The loud, angry sounds continued.

The monsters broke things,

they shouted,

and stomped on the floor.

She didn't know which monsters were scarier,

the ones who came out from under her bed in her dreams,

or the ones downstairs who never went away.

Not even with the lights on.

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Alina Gallupe

I am a graduate student of Mental Health Counseling in Cambridge, MA. I strive to combine my mental health knowledge and my love of writing to explore all topics related to the human experience. I am also a dedicated cat mom and home cook.

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