The Closet

                                        The Closet
                                     By: Cody Hall
           It's there staring at me with its glowing green eyes, I can see it when I look toward the closet.
"Wake up," I whispered to my husband, trying to get him to get up, but his snoring quickly drowned me out,"Wake up!" I shook him this time with a great force, causing him to come to a quick awakening.
"Wha-What is it?"
"There's something in there." I said, pointing toward the closet.
"Not this again." He sighed, "Aren't you a little too old to be playing there's a monster in the closet?"
"Turn the light on and go check!"
"Abraella," He sighed, as he flicked the lamp on, jumping out of bed to open the closet.
"See there's nothing there."
"But I…"
"Look, I'm sure whatever it is you're seeing is just figment of your imagination. Or maybe it was some sort of bad dream you had."
       
      I threw the covers back over my head, sinking deeper into my bed, letting embarrassment, and depression over come me. Mike crawled back under the covers throwing one of his arms around me.
"Just try to go back to sleep, baby. This is a new house; you can't let the new environment get to you."He whispered into my ear, kissing the side of my cheek, as he rolled back on his side.
      
     It's there…I know it's there I can see it's eyes staring at me in the closet. But I don't dare wake my husband, again. No, I can't take the chance of him thinking I'm crazy. If I keep up this craziness every night, he might think might think I'm mentally ill. I'm better off just laying here, shutting my eyes trying, and trying to count sheep. One sheep, two sheep, three sheep, four sheep, five sheep, six sheep…Oh who am I trying to kid? This isn't going to work. This didn't even work for me when I was a little girl. Damn it! I'm not going to be able to sleep tonight as long as I'm in this room.
   
      I sat up in the bed, staring at the closet that was causing me so much fear.
"Why don't you show who you are?" I mumbled at the closet, looking at it closely, trying to figure out why in the hell it was causing me so much fear. I smirked grabbing a blanket from the corner of the room, and my pillow off the bed, making my way downstairs to the couch.
     
     When the morning light hit I was quickly awaken by the smell of coffee, and my husband, shaking me lightly.
"Honey, you okay?" He asked. I ran my hands through my messed up, long, brown hair, stretching.
"Yeah, I just had a little trouble sleeping that's all."
"Really? I slept like a baby…It's truly amazing isn't it?" He looked around at the house.
"Yeah, it's a real dream house…" I said sarcastically.
"Don't be like that. Just because you had a bad dream doesn't mean this house is haunted, or anything like that. Like I said last night it's a new environment, just give it some time."
I sighed, shaking my head, letting a little bit of depression come over me. I want to yell at him and tell him how I knew what I saw in the closet was real…It had to be real…It just had to be, it kept me up all night. Instead of yelling at him I just responded with, "You're right, but I'm going to take a personal day from work. I could use a little extra sleep, and maybe some one on one time with this house, would do me some good."
    
     Mike smiled at me, bending down, kissing me on my forehead,"Alright if you think that's the best thing for you, then go for it. Who knows maybe it could help you sleep tonight too."
"Yeah, let hope so," I mumbled. "Have a great day at work honey."
       
     He smiled at me, making his way out the door. I stretched fell back into the couch letting it's comfort of it absorb me, as I stared up at the ceiling.
What is it that I'm so afraid of?I mean after all Mike is right it is just a house. Maybe it really is just my imagination playing tricks on me.  I thought, making my way upstairs to the bathroom. As I passed the closet I gave it a quick glare, but continued onward into the bathroom. I turned the warm water on, stepping into the shower, letting the warm water run over me, as I closed my eyes. The warm water running over my body, relaxed my muscles, and took half of the stress away…That was until the image of the glowing eyes in the closet came back. I opened up my eyes, looking up into the warm water.
"Damn it! It's just a closet!" I yelled hitting the inside wall of the shower," I need to get a hold of myself. It's time that I confront my fear!"
     
     After a nice long shower; I went downstairs, grabbing more boxes out of the kitchen, and taking them upstairs to the bedroom, laying them on the bed. I slowly opened the closet viewing its surroundings…It looked like any other closet. You walked in and there was a bar to hang your clothes up on the right side. If you were to look straight ahead you would see a door, leading to the attic. The walls were white, just like the color of the bed room walls…So why is it that I'm so afraid of this closet? What was it that I saw at night?
       
     I ran my hand down the side of the wall, trying to find some sort of secret passage, or some sort of button to open something up. Needless to say, I didn't find anything like that…It was just a closet. I stepped back out of the closet, as the image of the glowing eyes popped back in my head. I shivered a little as the image played back in my head.
     
   I pushed image out of my head, grabbing the box off of the bed, and sitting it in the closet. As I stepped over the floor I heard a loud squeaking noise. It reminded me of a loose board. I crouched down on the floor, pressing my ear to the ground, as I pressed down on the board. The floor made the squeaking sound once again.
    
     I stood back up smelling a sweet scent. That's odd I'm not cooking anything. What could that smell be? I thought to myself, looking toward the attic door, noticing that smoke was coming from underneath the door. I quickly opened the door and was instantly hit with a cloud of smoke. I yelped out of fear as something in the fog grabbed me, tossing me head first into the two-by-four. I quickly got up, but as I did the smoke quickly clear. My forehead throbbed with pain as I held it. I was surprised to see that I wasn't bleeding. My head hit pretty hard off of the two-by-four. I looked around at my surroundings trying to figure out what had grabbed me, or where the strange fog would have came from. That's when I thought of the eyes in the closet staring back at me, again.
     
     I quickly ran out of the closet, slamming the door shut behind me. I slid down the door as tears streamed down my face. For the first time in a long time I cried like a ten year old little girl. And, for the first time in a long time I didn't know what to do. I couldn't tell Mike for the fear of him thinking that I was crazy. So what else was there to do beside cry?
    
     My balling was quickly interrupted by Mike coming home early.
"Abraella I'm home early!" I quickly got up trying to wipe the tears from my eyes, but it was no use my makeup was smeared. Well, the little bit of makeup I did have on. I tried to stood up straight as Mike came upstairs to great me.
"Honey, what's wrong?"
"Nothing…"
"Don't give me that something's bothering you. You look like you have been-"He stopped in mid sentence, noticing that I was standing behind the closet," Is this about the closet?"
"Don't be stupid, Mike," I held back tears," It's just a closet. Why would this have anything to do with that?"
    
      He pushed me aside opening up the closet door. He looked around inside, noticing that I had placed one of our moving box in there.
He sighed," Are you sure you're okay? What happened to your forehead?"  I looked down at the ground, trying to think of some sort of lie to make up, but I was too depressed to make up any excuse. So I did the only thing I could thing to do," You're going to think I'm crazy when I tell you this, but the closet did this to me. It filled with some sort of mist, or fog, or something, and something out of the fog grabbed me. Whatever it was it threw me into one of the two-by-fours in the attic."
Mike held back a smirk; clearing his throat," So you mean to tell me something in there grabbed you…Honey."
"Damn it Mike! I'm not making this up!" I yelled stomping out of the room, going down stairs, tossing the blankets over top of me, balling like a ten year old girl once again.
     
     After what seemed like five or ten minutes I heard Mike coming down the stairs. He heard my weeping and came over to the couch.
"Honey, why don't you really tell me what's going on here, so I can help you."
I pushed sobbing away long enough to yell at him," The only thing that's really going to help me now, is you getting away from me!"
  
      Needless to say he left the room and didn't talk to me for the rest of the night. Underneath the blankets was where I remained for the rest of the night. I smelt Mike cooking dinner, he didn't even bother to come in, and offer me any. I don't know if it was because I told him to leave me alone, or if it was because he was pissed off at me, for yelling at him. Either way it didn't matter. The only thing that would really help me right now was time. Time was a healing process. If this thing was a figment of my imagination, then it would go away with time.
   
      As hours pasted I still found myself underneath the covers, leaving just a little hole in the blanket enough for me to breath. I lifted the covers off, looking up at the clock on top of the T.V. It was a quarter past midnight and yet here I was, still awake on the couch. If I didn't eventually wander off into sleep, I was going to have to take another personal day off from work. After one night on this couch, my body was telling me that it wasn't very comfortable, so I decided to make my way upstairs to the bed room. As I laid down in my spot beside of my husband, I turned my back to the closet, but not wrapping my arms around my husband. I wanted to be cold to the world. This was how I dealt with problems. I closed my eyes letting the comfort of our bed consume me…I was surprised at how quickly I fell into sleep.
     
     Needless to say shortly after I was quickly awaken by a creaking noise. I kept my back turned to the closet, as I let out silent gulp. Not that it matter that my back was turned toward the closet, seems how this time I could hear whatever it was breathing. Whatever it was in there wasn't human. I could tell from its breathing, considering it sounded like its breathing was a low growling. I rolled over, looking over at the closet to see if I could see any type of figure, shape, or form, it might have taken. But the room was to dark to see anything; the only thing I could really see where the damned things eyes. They were there…Again…The big green glowing eyes.
"Alright, let's see what you are." I mumbled, slowly getting out of bed, slowly making my way over to the closet. The eyes in the closet had disappeared now, just like before, but the only difference was that I didn't wake Mike, or turn the light on.
    
     I slowly opened the closet door, grabbing the flash light off of the head board of our bed. As I stepped into the closet everything was completely different. The walls that were white were now red, and shaped in an oval position. I ran my hand down the side of the wall observing its structure. It felt like it had bones forced into its architecture. I stood back up shining the light farther down the closet, which seemed like a cave now. In the distance I heard a dripping noise.
"What are you and what do you want from me?!" I called out to whoever was inside of this…cave, as I slowly walked down the path.
     
     I must have been in the middle part of the cave by now, considering I couldn't see the opening of the closet door anymore, and the dripping noise sounded a lot closer now. I was quickly thrown off task of my quest, when I heard my husband cry out in fear. I quickly ran down the path that I came in from, getting back to the entrance of the closet. Before I could run out the door it slammed shut in my face. I pulled on the handle, trying to the door to open, but it was sealed shut. Behind the door I heard my husband screaming bloody murder, almost like he was getting hacked apart, piece by piece. I pounded on the door as tears streamed down my face.
"Don't hurt him! Take me! I'm the one you want!" I yelled, kicking, and hitting the door, but it was no use…
    
     His screams had stopped, but I was crying just like I was earlier, especially when I heard a nasty gushing sound. I crouched down into a ball rocking back and forth, like some crazy person, letting my tears stream down my face. After a few minutes the closet door opened slowly. I quickly opened the door, covering up one side of my face, not looking in the direction of where my husband was mutilated. As I crept through the room I could feel the warm liquid under my feet. I didn't have to be a rocket scientist to figure out, that it was my husband's blood. From the far end of the room a heard the breathing once again; I quickly ran out of the room, trying not to slip in the blood, shutting the door, and holding it shut behind me. Whatever the thing was, was mulling at the door, with its claws. I held the door shut tight, trying not to let the creature out of the room, but the harder it mulled the hard it was to hold the handle. Finally, I just let go, and took off running down the stairs to the front door. I could hear the creature running after me down the stairs. I unlocked the front as fast as I could, locking it once again, as I shut the front door behind me.
     
     I fell into the yard face first, doing a barrel roll into the yard. I laid on my back listening to the creature mull away at the door. I quickly got up running into the garage, grabbing the gas can, and a lighter that we kept by the door, for summer nights to light mosquito candles.
"There's something in the house." I mumbled to myself, making my way over to the house, pouring the gasoline around the house slowly, making sure that I poured the gasoline onto the corner of the house…Every little drop of gasoline counted for something like this.
"There's something in the house." I kept repeating to myself as I finally made my way completely around the house.
     "There's something in the house." I said, holding the lighter up to my face, observing the flame very carefully, as I laid it down to the ground, igniting the gasoline, causing the house to go up in flames.
      
     I stood looking at the house that I shared with my loving husband. Tears stared to stream down my face as I remembered all the good times I had with Mike.
It's all because of this house! We had to move to this location of all places, didn't we? We couldn't have chosen another house in this neighborhood. It had to be this one of all places. I thought to myself. I quickly came back to reality when one of the cops grabbed me pulling me away from the burning house.
     
     I was placed inside of the cops as one of them questioned me.
"Has she told you anything?" One of the firemen came over, asking the cop."
"No, I can't get her to answer any of my questions. The only thing she keeps saying is that there's something in the house."
"What do you think it means?"
"It's hard to say, I think she's suffering from some sort of stress disorder. I think something bad happened in that house. I mean after all this isn't the first time we have had to come to this house."
"True."
"I'll take her down to the hospital to see if they can get her a room in the ward." The cop said, shutting the door to his car, and getting in the driver's seat, driving off down the road.