"Mommy, can you check for any monsters in my closet?" Asked Timmy, just like he did every night.

"Alright, but I keep telling you monsters don't exist! Your cousin Freddy was just trying to scare you." said the mother, walking over to the closet on the other side of the room. This was routine by now.

"Just check!" Said Timmy, nerves clear. Up until now, he hadn't encountered any other-worldly creatures, but this night he was sure some goblin would be waiting in the home of his clothes. Then again, he was always certain that ‘tonight was the night’.

"Okay, okay." she said, opening the wooden door.

Timmy suddenly froze with fear.

Without even looking at the inside of the closet or at her son, the mother responded "See? There's nothing to be afraid o-" She stopped once she saw the look of utter terror on Timmy's face.

As her eyebrows knitted together in confusion, she turned to look behind her, in the closet.

She screamed, quickly running over to her child and hugging him in her arms. She couldn't believe it.

Inside of the closet, resided a million tiny gays, bisexuals, and trans men and women. There were non-binary twinks, pan daddies and so much more.

She ran over to the microwave in her son's room with the boy in her arms, pressing the three emergency numbers.

"911, what's your emergency?"

The End.