“Did you tuck Timmy in?”


“Good. Maybe he’ll finally sleep through the night for once.”


“No, I’m serious, Karen. If he comes running in here in the middle of the night again…”

“He won’t.”

“I hope you’re right.”

“Anyway, he doesn’t think he will.”

“Did you finally convince him that there’s no monster in his closet?”

“Oh, no. He’s dead certain that there is a monster in there. But he says he’s got it covered tonight.”

“He said what?”

“Those were his exact words. I said, ‘Sweetie, are you sure you’re gonna be okay?’ And he said, ‘Don’t worry, Mom. I got it covered tonight.’”

“That seems like a pretty weird thing for a six-year-old to say.”

“Well, we’ll just have to wait and see.”

“I guess.”


But Mommy and Daddy were not disturbed in the middle of the night. Because Timmy was a man of his word. And if he said he had this covered, he had this covered. True, he’d had a rough couple of nights, ever since he came to the sudden and unavoidable realization that his closet, which, by day, stored his clothes, his many rocks and sticks and several of his least favorite toys, was, come nightfall, a portal to a dark dimension of horrible, terrifying monsters who wanted only to devour small boys in rocket ship jammies.

It’s a very specific kind of dimension.

Naturally, the first time the monster tried to attack, he did what any sensible person would have done: he cried and ran into Mommy and Daddy’s room. Mommy was, of course, sympathetic, and seemed to grow ever more concerned with each subsequent event. Daddy, on the other hand, was clearly getting annoyed. Timmy knew that Daddy loved him, but he could certainly understand his position. It’s hard to love anybody at one o’clock in the morning for three nights in a row.

It was then that he knew he’d have to take matters into his own hands. Especially since he was completely unable to convince his parents of the existence of any monsters. He had even found physical evidence in the form of some green protoplasm the monster had left behind. Timmy was certain that if his parents would just send the sample off to The Lab (Timmy didn’t know where that was exactly, but on TV they were always sending stuff to the Lab, so he just assumed it was a place everyone knew about) it would prove what he was saying to be true.

“This is moss, son,” his father had said. “It must’ve been on one of those sticks or rocks you insist on taking home and putting in your closet.”

It was in this way that Timmy learned a rather hard lesson which all men and women must, one day, come to terms with: Sometimes, Mommy and Daddy can’t help. It was a blow, as you can imagine, but he knew that the time had come to be a man and stand up to this monster himself.

So, for the rest of that day, Timmy made his plans. He drew up blueprints on construction paper with his colored pencils and consulted his team of experts (consisting as it did of two teddy bears, one stuffed dog who was missing an eye, Iron Man and a rock named Simon) and by dinnertime, he knew what he had to do. Immediately following dinner (a delightful meal of pasghetti with little pieces of hot dog cut up in it) he crept into the Guest Bedroom to gather his supplies…

Now it was time. Bedtime. He put on his jammies, brushed his teeth a little less thoroughly than he should have and got into bed to wait for Mommy. She came, as she always did, to read him a story, sing him a song, give him a kiss on the head and tuck him in. It was at this time that he assured her that he had his monster problem well in hand and, once she was safely out of the room and talking to Daddy, our diminutive hero sprang into action.

Diving under his bed he quickly took all the pillows and blankets he had taken from the Guest Bedroom and, combining them with his own pillows and blankets constructed the world’s most excellent and super-secure fort that there ever was ever forever ever! It was risky, especially since he was not allowed in the Guest Bedroom, but this was life or death stuff he was dealing with here, and the time for playing it safe had long since passed.

Safely hidden in his awesome fort, Timmy needed only wait for the inevitable. And, sure enough, it happened just as it had for the past three nights. The closet door creaked open and the horrible beast stepped into the room, moss-like protoplasm dripping from his terrible body. Scaly in some parts, furry in others, with long claws and sharp teeth and four eyes and two noses and those spineys on his back like dinosaurs and sometimes dragons have.

“I smell a little boy!” he snarled. “And I’m gonna eat you up! I’m gonna…hey, where are you?”

“I’m in here, stupidhead!” came Timmy’s voice from deep within the confides of his pillow and blanket fort.

“What? A fort! Are those…are those from the Guest Bedroom?!? Those are really nice! The threadcount is so high!! I…I can’t attack you if you’re inside a fort! Well, darn! I guess I’m just gonna have to go away and never come back and tell all my monster friends that you’re too smart for us and none of us will ever bother you again. Okay?”

“Okay. Night-night!”

“Good night!” And with that, the monster was gone forever, and our heroic friend Timmy slept the sleep of the just and was never bothered by such things again for as long as he lived…

He did have a hard time explaining to his parents the next morning why he had gone into the Guest Bedroom and taken all the pillows and blankets…but, let’s face it: There are some things even a fort can’t protect you from.

Short story for kids written by Templeton Moss

Let’s Chat About The Stories ~ Ideas for Talking With Kids


1. What did Timmy do in this story that was courageous?

2. Do you think it would have been courageous for Timmy’s parents, who didn’t believe in the Monster, to face the Monster? Why or why not?

About the Author: Templeton Moss was found in a duffel bag in the Hartford, Connecticut YMCA by an elderly pet shop owner who, due to his poor eyesight, mistook the child for a puppy. Templeton lived the next several years as a dog in the front window of the old man’s store before he was adopted by a nice couple from New Haven who named him after that one guy from The A-Team. Today, he can normally be found napping, talking to inanimate objects and playing Hungry, Hungry Hippos. His greatest ambition in life is to either be a professional writer or a Muppet. You can read more of his funs stories at his website.

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