She lay in her bed, afraid. Her bedroom was draped in darkness, but the pupils of her eyes glittered with the soft moonlight which fell over her bed. She was supposed to be asleep, but her eyes were wide open and fixed on a singular object in the room, the Closet. Leaning against the opposite wall, It faced the paranoid child. As she clutched at the blanket and drew it closer to herself, she remembered that her parents had told her that there was nothing in the Closet except her clothes, and she had confirmed it herself during the daytime, yet now she was afraid. Every night she was afraid, afraid of the contents of this giant wooden structure, afraid of the nightmares It might hold- she was afraid of the Horror beyond the Closet.

And every night, just as now, she had climbed fearfully out of her bed and in the shadows tiptoed towards the Closet, her heart aching with a desire to throw open Its doors. She stood in front of It, debating whether to reveal if the Horror beyond the Closet existed or only in her lonely dreams. But she need not have hesitated, for every night she had thrown Its doors wide open in trepidation and the Closet had never yielded the Horror of which she was so scared.

Tonight, she again opened the Closet doors and found nothing. Yet she was still afraid as she peered over her shoulder and saw nothing. Tonight, then, was just like every other torturous night. Tonight, though, she would not simply open and shut the doors of the Closet to discover nothing. Tonight she would search her entire Closet for the Horror beyond It.

In a childish frenzy, the child shoved aside her clothes, searching for It. She threw out several toys to allow herself to search the Closet more freely. Suddenly, in the deepest corner she found something. Could it be the Horror? It was a small door without a handle, resembling a trapdoor. The little girl pushed at it, but nothing happened. She was about to pry it open when footsteps echoed at her bedroom door. Searching for It, the child had not noted the noise she might make.

A silhouette, a figure entered the room. She screamed. Her father turned on the lights.

Returning the toys on the floor to the Closet before closing Its doors, he ordered her to return to bed and shut off the lights once more.