Dear Mom and Dad,

I’m writing you this letter so you know what happened to me when that thing in my closet finally eats me.

I know you said there’s no such thing as monsters. You also said the brussel sprouts we had for dinner would taste better because they had syrup on it. Mom, it didn’t taste better. It tasted like brussel sprouts with syrup.

I’m not sure when that thing will eat me, but I know it’s getting hungry because I can hear its stomach growling. It sounds like the time Rusty ate a whole roll of toilet paper plus half the shower curtain. (It wasn’t me who put him in the bathroom overnight, honest!)

I have my head under the covers and my knees under my chin. The flashlight is flickering now. I know my time is short.

Goodbye Mom. Goodbye Dad.

I love you.