“It’s in the closet. I swear Mommy! He’s going to come out when I’m sleeping and eat my toes.”
Marybeth had pulled the quilt way up, over her nose. Two little brown eyes looked over the edge of the blanket.
“There is nothing in the closet, Marybeth! Go to sleep!”
Marybeth’s mother shut the door behind her. It was silly how afraid her daughter was. Didn’t she know anything? There weren’t any monsters in the closet. The only monsters in the house were down in the cellar. And Marybeth’s mother had put a large bolt and chain on that door.