Facing Monsters

In the land of old, there was a child of young, scared not of the night, but of the evil of dark. Consuming his room in the night. He has heard perilous tales of the heroes of old, but none to save him today. From the monsters that grow and rile the night in his wardrobe and under his bed. The shadows grow as the fear it gets worse, to think of the monsters of now. To feel there is evil in his own room and the feeling it lingers all night. Finally the night goes away with the evil and monsters of night.