There used to be a nightmare in my closet.

Before going to sleep, I always closed the closet door.

I was even afraid to turn around and look.

When I was safe in bed, I'd peek...sometimes.

One night I decided to get rid of my nightmare once and for all.

As soon as the room was dark, I heard him creeping toward me.

Quickly I turned on the light and caught him sitting at the foot of my bed.

"Go away, Nightmare, or I 'll shoot you,"I said. I shot him anyway.

My nightmare began to cry.I was mad, but not too mad.

"Nightmare, be quite or you'll wake mommy and daddy," I said.

He wouldn't stop crying so I took him by the hand and tucked him in bed and closed the closet door.

I suppose there's another nightmare in my closet,but my bed's not big enough for three.

---The End