Andrew woke up to the sound of crashing glass. He rushed downstairs and saw his father with madness visible in his eyes, he has hit his mother after she crashed a plate. "You bitch, you can't do anything right!", he hit her again while she cleaned up to mess. Andrew's eyes shifted to a shadow formed by his mother, the shadow didn't looked anything like his beautiful mother, it had blood and cuts around it and it wept, 'Help me'. He looked like he was about to grab his mother.

Andrew gulped and ran to his room, the wardrobe was shaking once again, but more violently, "I have to check on Andrew!", he heard her mother yell, "He is a guy, he is tough!"
"No he isn't!"
Andrew panted in anger as the wardrobe shook more violently. The door to the wardrobe slightly opened and Andrew look at what's inside. He saw an eye, all black with white as the pupils. He gulped and slowly walked over to his wardrobe, as he got very near, near enough to close it, his mother barged in, "Andrew!", the door instantly closed and Andrew turned around, his beautiful blue eyes filled with shock, pity, anger, fright, and sadness. "Are you alright?", his mother asked, Andrew nodded, "Oi! Come back here and make me some breakfast, you bitch!", Andrew's mother sighed and gave him a dad but reassuring smile, "It's alright", then got out of his room.

'It's alright'

'It's alright'

'It's alright'

The monster in Andrew's wardrobe chanted again and again.

'It's not'

'It's not alright'

'It was never alright here'