MONSTER IN THE ATTIC • by niddy

There’s a monster in the attic.

I cried out because I was frightened. Its big feet were going, thump, thump, thump on my bedroom ceiling. I hid under the covers. I didn’t want it to hurt me.

There’s a monster in the attic.

I told Daddy about it. He gave me a cuddle and told me I’d been dreaming. He went to have a look but it wasn’t there, but I know it is because I heard it.

There’s a monster in the attic.

I want to tell Mummy but she isn’t here. Daddy said she has gone and won’t be coming back. I cried then because my Mummy always makes everything alright and she gives me big hugs and tells me nice fairy stories where the monsters are told to go away and not come back. I miss my Mummy and I want to telephone her, but Daddy says she hasn’t got a phone anymore. She was so sad before she left. She cried a lot and Daddy was always shouting at her.

There’s a monster in the attic.

I tried to tell Auntie Josie about the monster. She’s come to live in our house. Daddy says she is going to stay with us for ever and ever. She lets me have baked beans instead of all those nasty vegetables that Mummy used to make me eat. Yuck, I hate carrots and broccoli. Auntie Josie laughs a lot and gives Daddy lots of cuddles and kisses him on the lips. She never cuddles me, but I suppose its okay because she still doesn’t make me eat my greens.

There’s a monster in the attic.

My big brother, David, said he’s going to kill the monster when he’s eight. It’s his birthday next week and when Daddy asked him what he wanted, he said a sword. Daddy wasn’t too sure about that and said he would have to think about it. David said if he got a sword he was going to climb up in the attic and kill the monster and then Daddy would be very proud of him. Daddy heard him telling me and told David he wasn’t to go up into the attic. Just to make sure, he took the big ladder away so David can’t climb in and face the monster. Daddy seemed very cross. I don’t know why.

There’s a monster in the attic.

I want my Mummy; she would make the monster go away. Auntie Josie smacked me today, it hurt real bad. She told me not to talk about monsters anymore and if I did she would find one to frighten me at night. I don’t like her anymore.

There’s a monster in the attic.

Daddy was in the attic today. There was a funny smell and he went to find out what it was. He said that the monster had died and he was going to find a big box to put it in and then take it away. He’s going to do it tonight when I’m asleep, just in case I get frightened.

The monster’s gone now, just like my Mummy.


niddy has been writing for five years and improving day by day, and loves finding flashes of inspiration from everyday life.

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