"You have to face the zombie in your closet."
"I don't understand."
The monkey shook his head and reached for a banana.
"Go home and walk into your closet."
Brady decided to risk clicking his heels. He closed his eyes and then opened them again. He was back in his bedroom.
"I hope I don't regret this."
Brady walked over to the closet and looked inside. He couldn't see anything so he clapped his hands to turn the light on.
"What are you doing in my closet?"
To Be Cont.