Chaos Rising: When Monsters Break Free

Are They Real?

Do you hold the belief in the existence of monsters? If not, allow me to share an intriguing tale with you.

They are VERY real.

Sometimes, they like to hide in your closet. Other times, you might discover them beneath your bed

This narrative recounts the events in which a single boy's selfish ambitions nearly led to the demise of many.
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Story Starts Here

It is approximately 3 a.m., and the rain is falling heavily. A young boy lies in bed, struggling to drift off to sleep. He continuously glances at the closet before him, his hands raising the covers near his face.  Breathing heavily, shaking in fear, he shouts, "MOMMA!" Screaming at the top of his lungs.  The mother of the young boy hurried into the room.  "What's wrong, what is it!?" She spoke with trepidation. She knelt beside her anxious son, who grasped his mother's hand firmly, holding it tightly. "There's something in my closet..." he whispered.  She directed her gaze towards her son before shifting it to the closet.  "What, you mean, a person?" "....a monster. "  The mother became momentarily still, yet offered a gentle smile.  She got  up and approached the closet, pulling the door open.  She peered inside and activated the switch.  "There's nothing in here. There is nothing to worry about."  She returned to her son.  "Monsters aren't real.  Why don't you go back to sleep?"  She softly pressed her lips to his forehead before extinguishing the lights.  "Sweet dreams."  The door closed.  The wind was fierce, causing the window to rattle.  All was quiet.  The mother of the boy appeared to have left the closet door ajar.  The boy found himself unable to avert his gaze from the closet.  Something was in there.  But what? A faint sound was detected, seemingly emanating from the closet.
The boy started breathing heavily.  A hand appeared to be emerging from the closet.  It was dark as night.  The boys' eyesight grew increasingly unclear.  He shut his eyes, believing that he might lose consciousness.  Upon opening his eyes, he beheld a figure directly before him, though the nature of what he was witnessing remained ambiguous.  The boy lost consciousness shortly thereafter.

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This was just the beginning part. The boy from the beginning is not the one being bullied, I wanted to make this into a comic, but I still haven't decided on how the characters would look, but I didn't decided on how the start of it would go, and so I put those ideas into a story instead, comic will come late in life, just don't know when.