Introduction
The Creature In The Closet Horrible Story As youngsters, we are taught to be afraid of things like monsters beneath the bed, creatures in the dark, and shadows that appear to move when no one is watching. What if the thing you were advised to be afraid of turned out to be real?
What if the monster in the closet was something much darker and had been there for years, waiting for you to make the mistake of turning your back on it instead of being a figment of your imagination?
This is the terrifying tale of Emma, a small child whose life would be irrevocably altered by the exact thing she had been warned to stay away from: the creature in the closet.
The Beginning of the Terror
Emma lived in a modest home on the edge of a quiet town. The house was old, with creaking floors and narrow hallways that seemed to stretch on forever. She shared the house with her parents and younger brother, but her room was on the second floor, down a long corridor and tucked away at the end. She loved it there—her room was her sanctuary, filled with books, plush toys, and posters of her favorite bands. Yet, there was one thing Emma could never ignore: the closet.
It was a small, unassuming closet at the far end of her room. To anyone else, it looked like any other closet—just a place to store clothes, toys, or perhaps a few old keepsakes. But to Emma, it was different. It was dark, even in the daytime, and the shadows within seemed to move in strange patterns when she wasn’t looking. Her parents had warned her that she was just imagining things, that closets were meant to be places of storage, not places of terror.
“Emma, it’s just a closet,” her mother would say with a chuckle. “There’s nothing there but your clothes.”
But Emma knew better.
The First Encounter
It started with the sounds.
Late one night, as Emma lay in bed, the house was quiet except for the soft ticking of the old clock on the wall. Her parents had already gone to bed, and her little brother was fast asleep in the room across the hall. Emma was just about to drift off when she heard it—a soft scraping sound, like nails against wood.
At first, she tried to ignore it. “It’s just the wind,” she told herself. But the sound grew louder, closer, more deliberate. It was coming from the closet. Emma’s heart began to race. She pulled her covers up to her chin, staring at the closet door, her breathing shallow. The scraping stopped, only to be replaced by something worse—breathing. Heavy, ragged breathing that seemed to echo from within the dark space.
She told herself she was just imagining it, that it was just the house settling. But deep down, Emma knew something was wrong.
The next morning, she nervously opened the closet to find nothing out of place. Her clothes hung neatly, the floor was clear, and nothing seemed disturbed. Still, the feeling of unease lingered in the pit of her stomach. That night, the sounds returned. This time, Emma couldn’t shake the feeling that whatever was in the closet knew she was listening.
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The Creature Reveals Itself
Days passed, and Emma’s fear began to grow. She couldn’t focus at school, couldn’t sleep at night, always haunted by the idea that something was watching her from inside the closet. Her parents, though they noticed her increasing anxiety, still dismissed her concerns.
“You need to stop being so scared, Emma,” her father said one evening as he tucked her into bed. “There’s nothing in that closet. It’s just your imagination running wild.”
But Emma knew. She could feel it—the thing in the closet wasn’t imaginary. It was real.
One night, unable to stand the tension any longer, Emma decided to confront whatever it was. With trembling hands, she slowly walked to her closet, gripping the door handle tightly. She counted to three, then threw it open.
For a moment, there was nothing. Just piles of clothes, shoes, and some old books. But as Emma peered into the darkness, she felt something stir—something just beyond her sight. Her eyes strained, trying to make out the shape of whatever lay in the depths of the closet. That’s when she saw it: two glowing eyes, piercing through the dark.
Emma screamed.
The creature was there, waiting for her. It was tall, unnaturally thin, with long, bony arms and twisted fingers that reached out toward her. Its face was a grotesque mask of malice, with wide, gaping eyes and a mouth that stretched unnaturally wide, filled with rows of sharp teeth.
Without thinking, Emma slammed the door shut and ran from her room, tears streaming down her face. She didn’t dare to return that night, hiding in her parents’ room, shaking with fear. The next morning, when she went back to check the closet, the room was empty. But the memory of the creature was burned into her mind. She couldn’t shake the image of its horrifying face, the sound of its raspy breathing.
The Escalation
The nights that followed were even worse. The creature began to torment Emma. Every night, it would come closer, scratching at the door, breathing heavily from within. Emma would hear it whispering to her—low, guttural voices that sent chills down her spine.
“It’s going to get you, Emma,” the voices would say. “You’re not safe.”
Emma tried everything she could think of. She locked the closet door, stuffed it with old books, and even covered it with a thick blanket, hoping to block out whatever was inside. But nothing worked. The creature would always find a way to get to her. It would appear in the corner of her room, lurking in the shadows, its eyes glowing in the dark.
Then one night, Emma woke up to find the closet door open, the room chillingly cold. The creature stood at the foot of her bed, its long fingers reaching for her. She tried to scream, but no sound came out. She was paralyzed, frozen with fear, as the creature loomed closer. Its cold, breathy voice whispered into her ear:
“You belong to me now.”
The Final Confrontation
Desperate, Emma knew she couldn’t take it anymore. She had to end it, one way or another. She researched, pouring over old books and local legends, searching for any hint of how to rid herself of the creature. That’s when she found it—an ancient ritual designed to banish dark spirits.
The ritual required great courage. Emma had to face the creature in her room, in the dark, and challenge it directly. Armed with nothing but a flashlight, a piece of chalk, and the chant she had memorized, she prepared herself.
That night, as the creature’s breathing echoed through the room, Emma stood her ground. She drew a circle of symbols on the floor and began chanting the words she had learned. The creature howled in fury, its form flickering in and out of existence. But Emma didn’t waver. She continued the chant, her voice growing louder with each word.
Finally, with a deafening screech, the creature dissolved into a cloud of darkness, disappearing into the shadows.
Conclusion
The sun was shining brightly through Emma’s window the following morning. She felt calm for the first time in months. The monster had disappeared, as though it had never existed.
Emma, however, was always terrified of the creature in the closet. She kept having nightmares about the recollections. She never mentioned it again, fearing that if she did, the creature would come back. Emma still objects to living in a home with a closet. And every time she walks past an empty room, she can’t resist looking over her shoulder to see whether the thing is waiting for her to turn away, just beyond the door.