"Who is that moving around in my wardrobe? Asked with a quivering voice.

"I can hear you. Why are you in there?

"I'm lying in my bed. I am not going to cry, even if I am scared of you."

-"Are you going to be my friend?"-

"I'm six years old. How old are you?"

-The door squeaks open-

"Monster, is that you peering out from the clothes hanging in there?"

"Aghh!"

"Yelling out for his mummy and daddy. A monster is in my wardrobe."

The bedroom door opens, from under his blankets, asks his mummy and daddy,

-"to check his wardrobe because he heard noises coming from there"-

Peering out from his blanket, watches his daddy open the wardrobe door wide.

"Okay! monster, his dad yells, out you come, no more hiding for you."

-watching his daddy stand at the wardrobe, ready to karate chop the monster-

Jumping on his bed, smiling, "mummy, I thought it was a big monster,

with big eyes and I thought he was going stand in there all night."

"No monster, there my darling," his mother's says,

cuddling him while gently rocking him back to sleep.

Before he closes his eyes and falls asleep again, he whispers to his mummy

-"I was not really scared, can you tell daddy"-