Short Creepy Stories

Something Is Living In My Closet

There's something in my closet

It feels so juvenile to say it out loud, but I can almost swear that something is living in my closet.

All I can hear is the pattering of rain on my bedroom window. It's been storming for the past few days, so I've been stuck inside—stuck inside with this thing. It sometimes makes noises that almost drown out the booming thunder that shakes the entire house. Noises that cause goosebumps and shivers through my whole body.

The noises sound like growls and scratching against the wooden door. I know it wants out, but what even is that thing? Maybe I'm going crazy, maybe there is no monster, but when I manage a fitful sleep, I can hear it talking to me—or at least trying to.

"C..Chr... Chriiiiss.." It speaks, its voice clicking and cracking.

I don't know how it learned my name. Did it hear it from my parents? No, I haven't heard from my parents in days. They don't talk to me anymore. Are they even still here? Maybe I'm just paranoid. Or perhaps this thing did something. Something heinous. How did it even get out? I didn't let it out. Did it go through the vents? I don't even know what it looks like, and it could very well be some gelatinous blob that can seep beneath my door at any second.

I need some air. It's still pouring outside. How many days has it been since it started raining?

I just heard a knock on my door. Which door? Did the monster knock? Is it imitating my parents? I can hear their voices, but are they real? I've locked the door. They can't get in. I don't care if they're "worried about me." I don't care about the doctor who wants to talk to me.

The monster won't let me leave.