‘Is there a monster in my closet, Mummy?’ asked Chloe.
‘No, darling, I’m sure there isn’t.’
‘Are you sure?’
‘I’m pretty sure.’ I tucked the sheets tighter around her.
‘Check!’
I sighed, stood, brushed off my knees. What do you know, the closet door was a little ajar.
It creaked as I eased it open further. I’d have to put some oil on that tomorrow.
Eyes looked up at me, big as teacups, black as a night sky. Fangs chattered in terror.
‘No,’ I said to Chloe over my shoulder, ‘no monsters in here. Just a cardie fallen off a hanger. Nobody’s getting eaten tonight.’
I leaned down and stroked the jagged pelt. ‘It’s all right,’ I whispered, ‘the sheets will keep her trapped till morning. Don’t worry. I won’t let her get you.’
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