Night Of The New Room

This is the story of a little boy that grew up the hard way. Little Timmy was his name and today he finally got his own room. Little Timmy had been sleeping in his mother's room in their warm and cozy bed next to mommy for a bit too long and it was time for a change. Every day he would curl up in his big soft blanket and stretch his legs out long, he would lay his head down on his warm pillow and cocoon himself in comforters. But from now on Timmy had a bed of his own. The door opened slowly as the light began to seep in through the doorway. The door was ajar as Timmy stood staring at the cold slate that was his bed. He clenched his blanket in both hands and held it up to his face to where he was covering every thing but his eyes. Shivers went down his spine as his mother lay her smooth hands on his shoulder.
"I know it's a big change Tim Tim but every boy has to grow up some day."
Timmy stared up with his eyes a glaze a tear almost was shed down the hue of his cheeks but he stayed strong. Mother patted Timmy on the back and put him to bed.
Everything was now in Timmy's room. His action figures where placed on the mantel along his wall. His favorite posters of his favorite show Sesame Street was pasted to the wall with a huge picture of Big Bird in the center; even his favorite action figure of them all, Action Joe was put right above his bed next to the window which he loved to play pretend with. His clothes were scattered all over the floor and every which way, the room may have been a mess but was ready for bed. Timmy took his first step into his new room. He climbed into the bed missing the same feelings he had before. The bed felt cold and clammy like the back of a seal. Timmy felt no warmth in the blanket that he loved to wrap himself in and the bed whom was once filled with people was as long as empty that felt like it went on forever. He sat in bed and with wide bushy eyes stared back at his mother with a look of discontent. She stood in the doorway and held her finger on top of the light switch. She sighed as she saw the fight in her boy's eyes.
"Night Timmy, try to sleep."
She shut off the light with a click that seemed to echo around the room and shut the door.
The blinds on Timmy's room were closed. But the light of a full moon set in through the cracks casting light onto the wall. Without even trying to wink Timmy sat up. The silence was broken when all of a sudden he heard scratching on the window. Giant claws of a monster were clawing at his window trying to get in and eat him. "SCRATCH SCRATCH" with a "WHOO WHOO" the monster cried. Timmy shuddered at the sight of the gangly boney fingers trying to claw and get into his room. Then when he looked over back to the light there was a figure of a huge man with his arms so tall they could reach the sky standing in front of him. He had a pitch-black body that scared Timmy to kingdom come. Timmy decided his best bet for survival from the attack was to go get his mother. But to his luck when he began to step off the bed, an arm reached out from underneath him. The monsters gangly arm somehow made his way in and under his bed. there was no escape. Timmy was a castaway on his own bed. He leaped back onto his bed and saw that the gangly monster had friends. A giant bird creature with a beak as sharp as a knife loomed over him with a scary stare. Timmy tried to hide under his covers but it was no good. He knew that there was going to be no end to the attack so he went with his last resort
"MOM!!!!!"
A shrill shout from the top of his lungs, Her mother came rushing to Timmy's room in pajamas and all.
"What, what is it son?" she asked with all concern for her son's safety
"MOM, MOM THERE WHERE CREEPERS AND MOSTERS AND BIRDS AND CLAWS AND NOISES AND AND AND…"
Words became jumbled noises of sounds and tears as his mother hugged Timmy tight.
She flipped on the light and opened the window.
"NO MOTHER THAT'S WHERE THE GANGLY MONSTER LIVES!"
The brave knight that was his mother pointed out the window and said,
"Look Timmy, there's nothing to fear. The scratching is nothing more then the branches from the big oak tree, and there's an owl on the branch making that sound."
Timmy's eyes began to widen as the sounds of the monsters "whooping" were nothing more then an owl outside. He pointed to the wall were the black figure once was.
"Timmy this was nothing more then the shadow of Action Joe, he was bigger because of the moon light form the window, silly"
Timmy face of embarrassment went to shock in an instant when he realized what she was standing on.
"Mom! The creeper on the floor! Watch out it will get you!"
She bent down to the ground to pick up Timmy's sweater.
"I told you to clean up your room and pick up your clothes. See none of this is real. It's all in your imagination. I know having your own room is a big change but you have to get over your fears and do this. You cant be afraid your entire life. No one is out to get you and they never will."
It took Timmy no more then a second to realize it was all fake. The bed felt warm again and his eyes got heavy. His mother laid Timmy down and said:
"Have a good sleep, sweetie."