A childhood belief about monsters

I use to believe there was a witch in the bedroom closet.

Funny thing, the witch never seemed to frighten me during the day. During the day she was forgotten.

One day the alarm clock went off at 7 pm instead of 7 am. My mother asked me to go into the bedroom and turn it off.

I can't I told her. She got annoyed. "Why can't you," she said. I didn't want to tell ber. I knew she'd think I was silly. But, still I wouldn't go into the bedroom. I didn't really believe there was a witch in the closet. But. . . . .what if there was a witch in the closet. I just couldn't take the chance.

Finally, after a substantial amount of brow beating I told my mother why I couldn't go into the bedroom. I told her about the witch that might be in the closet.

She told me there wasn't a witch in the closet. I told her I knew there wasn't a witch in the closet, but what if there was a witch in the close?

She gave up and went into the bedroom herself.