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