It's just a child's imagination

We all have a fear, when we were children our fear of the dark was at it's highest.
Show me a monster in the point of view of a child. Doesn't have to be a monster you were actually scared of but it has to be a childlike dream nightmare world.
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Do not ask me how I spent the night.
A Moment was like century,
Century spent. Still couldn't sleep.
Do not ask me how I spent the night.

Burning one candle, another my heart
Still the room's dark
Yearning, compassion happened,
And lived my life so far.

Neither moon nor stars, ain't nowhere
Not even the sun brought any light
Little spark is all my eyes thirst
Do not ask me how I spent the night.

Awesome brain! thanks

That knee, it did more than bend
one night; while I was in the bath
The television was on, and the little kinds were in bed
and mother was out; it was quieter without her wrath

He had been remodeling
the house, but between beers; not much was finished
much like that night, I remember him hobbling
to the fridge for another can of Schlitz

There was no door on the new bathroom yet
just a curtain that didn't go all the way to the floor
I never paid attention to it before, but yet
something sounded different and ended up shaking me to my core

Now he was my stepfather
mother insisted I call him dad
and except for ripping into her when he got home from a bender
he was all that I had

I had secretly started shaving my legs that week
mother didn't even know that I used her razor to tend
to this job; when it slipped off the side of the tub, it was then that I saw him peek
with that knee, it did more than bend

I remember feeling like I was shot in the heart
and some kind of primal instinct took over
I stood up out of the water, in the corner as a start
I didn't have time to grab a towel for cover

Shaking, dripping, I waited for the sound
of him going to his chair or the beer can opening
and I peeked and saw that knee; it was still down
The water was draining; the lever was broken, and I was frozen, not moving

I was used to him going from and to the kitchen
passing by that curtain they used as a wall; there may have been a pair
during commercials, but I never did make an effort to listen
but I think back to that night; I didn't hear enough footsteps back to the chair

Standing as I did, for what seemed like a half hour of hell
I almost thought that he was going to come in with me
naked, exposed, all of my twelve year old self
In that instant, I felt no longer a child, no longer fearless or carefree

The water had all dripped off of my body
and I was getting cold
and I had to go potty
but I stood tall, determined and bold

I didn't have time to think; I don't know if I had time to care
about what I would do if he entered
The betrayal was more than I could bear
Scared and alone, I felt violated

in a way that touched my innocence
instead of my body; only later would I comprehend
and feel grateful for that since
because that knee, it did more than bend

After it disappeared from the floor
and the water had drained all out of the tub's upturned lever
I grabbed my pajamas and headed to my bedroom door
I didn't say goodnight to him, and I didn't tell mother, ever

Hm I like the new ones, very interesting...
Tragic but still scary very good mix.

I thought if I looked
under the bed
there'd be somebody
dead there
there
she
said...

Short but sweet ^^

The Boogerman

Tom was always a clean little boy. He hated to be dirty.
He hated his shoes to be so unshiny
He hated to have his shirt stained
He must have a well pressed pair of trousers
No blue jeans, no...not corduroy either

He was disgusted with his friend
same age as him at Eight
because the friend was unkempt
with uncombed hair
and boogers in his nose

Tom had a reoccurring nightmare
where he met the boogerman
who had booger everywhere
even in his spiky hair
he always woke up pale and gasping

one day he went into his nightmare
he was so prepared
he had a stick and a can of spray
that would clean and scent
the disgusting boogerman

the boogerman did come
all covered in disgusting booger
both dried and gooey
he ambled towards Tom
with mischief in his boogery eyes

Tom did scream and shout
started whacking the boogerman
left and right, centre, top and bottom
the boogerman in astonishment
fell to his knees crying

Tom sprayed him with Chanel 5
while beating the booger out of him
and what was left was a quivering
naked pink and rather battered boy
who looked exactly like him

Tom was always clean and neat
he washed his face and combed his hair
but he never more saw it fair
to dislike those not as neat as him.

Very nice grace, very deep

Mommy, Daddy Let's Play

daddy did you see it?
mommy did you hear it?
the monster inside of me,
the monster your fighting betwixt yourselves
created.

daddy don’t say that to mommy,
and mommy don’t swear at daddy.
the more you speak madness to one another
the more my monster wants to come out
and play.

mommy, daddy, do you want to play?
because I want to play,
and the monster inside of me
wants to play.

we’ll have so much fun
playing,
house.
on fire.

The night my Mom believed me

Under the sheets is the safest place to be
To cover my face as not to see
The thing in the corner that keeps staring at me
Is it my imagination or just a horrible dream?

It covers my nightlight and closes the door
I know it's getting closer by the creaks in the floor
I tremble and shake
Feeling dizzy inside
My fortress of blankets
But there's nowhere to hide

I hear it breathing
Like my grandfather snores
My face is cold and wet
The monster's drool
It pours

My room smells like a wet dog
On a hot rainy day
I scream for my Mom
Until it goes away
She says I was dreaming
A nightmare in cold sweat
How can she not smell what it left?

"Go back to bed", she says
"There's nothing here to hurt you"
She's right about that part
It just went into her room

Now that's wicked, good job ^^

Mommy please stop yelling.
It makes me want to cry.
I didn't mean to make you mad.
I know you want me to die.
I'll go to sleep this time, I promise.
Even though I'm scared.
Because every time I go to sleep,
I feel the monsters, in my hair.
On my back, on my ankles,
On my stomach on my arms,
But you promised me, even though they hurt, they weren't doing any harm.
So I had to promise not to ever tell,
Because then I'd be a bad bad girl,
And I would go to...

The monsters in my bad bad dreams, they kinda look like you.
But you told me already,
That the dreams were not true.

Sometimes I don't know that.
I can't tell they're fake.
When I wake up in the morning,
With bruises on my arms and a cut on my face.
Obviously, I fell out of bed.
That's what you always say, what you've always said.

Maybe it was the monsters that pulled me down,
They want to take me with them,
Away from you,
Where I won't be found.

The monsters in my nightmares visit in the day.
Only on the weekends, when my mommy and I play.
Maybe the monsters aren't mine at all.
Maybe they belong to mommy, and I take the fall.