Closet Monster Info

Connor turned the mask over. Inside, someone had scratched the words: Be careful what you wear.

Connor thought about the things he hid—the sound of his parents fighting through a closed door, the way his stomach dropped when his best friend didn’t call back, the quiet certainty that someday he’d be left behind. He kept all of it in a closet of his own, somewhere behind his ribs. Closet Monster

The vision lasted only a second, but it felt like years. When Connor opened his eyes, the mask was back in his hands. His cheeks were wet. Connor turned the mask over

“What happens to me if I put it on?” He kept all of it in a closet

“Don’t put it on,” whispered a voice from inside the closet.

Felix hesitated. “You’ll see something you don’t want to see. A fear you’ve buried. It’s not permanent. But it’s… honest.”

Connor laughed despite himself. “So why are you still here?”