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“Mommy, how is the doctor going to stop the monster from coming out of the closet?” The blonde blue eyed boy asks.

“How many times do I have to tell you? That the monster is in your head. The doctor is going to help you overcome these night terrors of yours.” Says his blonde headed mother.

“Ma'am.” You say. “If your son had night terrors, he wouldn’t have remembered what he claimed to have seen. If anything, he’s most likely having dream anxiety.” You turn your rolling chair in the direction of the child. “Stevie, can I ask you some questions?”

“No!” He imminently says.

“Stevie!” His mother berates him. “Answer Dr. Shomoe’s questions.”

The boys rolls his eyes and moans in aggravation. “Okay, mom.”

“First question, why don’t you think I can help you with your monster?”

“You're a Doctor, how can you fight the monster?

“Well for one thing, no monsters have been documented to live in kid’s closets like yours. It’s a figment of your imagination. You’re most likely remembering the monster from your nightmares and re-imagining that monster when you wake up. Nightmares can have long-lasting effects on people even after they wake up.”

The boy starts getting frustrated, he slams his fist on the cushion of the couch in your office. “Doc! The monster is not a nightmare! He actually comes out of the closet every night and scares me!”

“Calm down, Stevie.” You say reassuringly. “If a monster really was in your closet, we would have found it already. Have you shown your mother your closet?”

“Yes.”

“Has she found a monster living in there?”

“No.”

“Then how could the monster be scaring you if he’s not in there?”

The boy is quiet for some time. He just stares down at the floor as he moves his legs back and forth as he sits on the couch. “I don’t know. Maybe he comes in the house and then hides in my closet when I sleep.”

“If a monster was in your closet, wouldn’t it have hurt you by now? Has this monster scratched you? Or tried to eat you? Has it given you any physical harm?”

“No. He just comes in my room and scares me.”

“What would be the monster’s motives for scaring you, Stevie?”

The boy looks confused with the question.“What are a motives?” He then asks.

“Motives are why someone does something. For example, I am motivated to be a doctor to help people with their sleeping problems. So, what would be the monster’s motive to scare you?”

“His motive is to scare me”

“But, why does he scare you?”

More frustration is present on the kids face. “I don’t know, doc. Maybe he just doesn’t like me.”

You pull a drawing that Stevie made of the monster and show it to him. The monster looks a lot like a red dragon with curled horns and blonde hair. It also has red glowing eyes too. “Have you seen any scary movies lately?”

“Mommy doesn’t show me those types of movies. I mostly watch How to Train your Dragon.”

“Are there any monsters like this in How to Train your Dragon?”

“No.”

“Are you sure you didn’t imagine your monster from seeing this show?”

“Okay, there is monsters like that in the show, but they don’t look exactly like the drawing I gave you, doc.”

You put the picture away and write down what you have learned so far. “What about school? Do you have kids picking on you?”

“No doc, I have lots of friends in school.”

“Lots of friends huh? No one dislikes you in your classes?”

“I had this problem with this one kid a while ago, but we made up and we're friends now.” The boy smiles proudly to you.

“Really now.” You genuinely say with a smile on your face. “It’s good to hear that you made up with the kid. That’s very mature of you, Stevie.”

“Thank you, Doc.”

You get up from your chair, take out a DVD from its case and put it into the DVD reader that is connected to the TV in the room. “Mrs. O'Brian, I want you and your son to take a look at this video.” you turn on the TV, raise the volume and play the movie (the video in question [] is being played). The video they are watching is giving them an introduction to sleep observation. Explaining to them what electrodes are and why they need to be hooked up to the patient to have a full analysis of their sleep disorder and other factoids on sleep observation.

Once the video is over, you take out a security camera and some electrodes. “Here at the university, we have our own sleep observational rooms to study people with sleeping problems. But, I can also bring my equipment to people's houses to observe their sleeping behavior as well. Some patients can only sleep in their own beds, so we give them that option if they don’t think they can sleep well in our observation rooms. I think it would be better for your son if we set up my equipment in his room for a few days so we can get the best analysis of his sleep patterns.”

“Those things look scary. Mommy, I don’t want those things on me.” The child tugs at his mother’s shirt in fright.

“Hey, the electrodes are put on with a glue, they won’t hurt at all. Here, let me show you.” You grab the adhesive for the electrodes off your desk, applying it on the electrode in your hand and then put the electrode on your face, allowing the electrode to hang freely off of your face. “See Stevie, painless. Nothing to worry about.” You pull off the electrode and grab a cleaning wipe to clean off any leftover residue on your cheek. “So Mrs. O’Brian, are you interested in my suggestion or would you rather have him be observed here at the university?”

The single mother is pondering her choices. Her son looks at her, pleading her not to have him go under sleep observation. “Dr. Shomoe, I want you to have my son’s sleep study done at our home. It would be better for him to be there instead of here.”

“No, mommy, I don’t want the things on muh face!” He yells.

“Stevie, that’s enough out of you!” Mrs. O’Brian barks. “You and I both know that you have been getting lousy sleep because of this supposed monster. You keep on running into my room and waking me up and you keep on falling asleep in your classes. Son, you're a mess and you need help. End of story.” Stevie is absolutely quiet after his mother’s scolding.

“Ma'am, there’s no need for harshness. Your son is probably just agitated from the lack of sleep he is getting. It’s a common symptom of sleep deprivation. I suggest you put him to bed early today so he can get some more sleep. Is tomorrow a good day to come in and install my equipment?”

“Yes, tomorrow is fine. I work at home anyway and Stevie will be at school. So twelve o’clock would be the best time to come by.”

I’ll come by tomorrow at twelve with my assistant to install my equipment.” You hand her your card. “Call me if your plans change, okay.”

“Okay.”

Mrs. O’Brian and her son walk out of your office and you deal with her son’s paperwork at your desk.

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You and your female assistant are driving your work truck to Mrs. O’Brian’s home to install your sleep monitoring equipment. Your brunette haired assistant’s name is Jane Silberberg. She’s the first undergraduate you’ve ever had under your wing since you started at the University of San Diego. Jane is just getting a doctorate as a sleep clinician. She does enjoy her field, but she just wants a good-paying job from what she tells you.

That being said, You graduated from high school at the age of 16 to become a sleeping specialist because you have a sleeping disorder. The sleeping disorders that the genetic lottery has dealt you are insomnia and restless legs syndrome. It’s a miracle that you were able to pass all your grades with the lack of sleep you get all the time. You hope to find a cure for your sleeping disorders with the research you conduct on the side of your clinician job at the university. So far you don’t got the magic cure you're hoping the pharmacist will pump out because of your research. You’ve study pharmacology on the side so you can give your business partners better drug suggestions for future subscriptions that they can concoct. You desperately want to find some form of pharmacological intervention to help you sleep better.

Your truck stops in Mrs. O’Brian’s driveway. You and Jane get out of your vehicle and take your equipment out of the trunk. She rings the doorbell for you since you're caring the heavier equipment and then Mrs. O’Brian opens the door to greet you. “Oh, hello Dr. Shomoe.” She turns her head to your assistant. “And what’s your name ma’am?”

“My name is Jane. I’m an undergrad who is working with Dr. Shomoe here. He really has a knack for this kind of thing ma’am. You truly have an expert helping your son.” She tells her with assurance.

“Well, now I feel even more confident in hiring your expertise, doctor.” The mother waves both of you in. “Please come in. I’ll show you where my little man’s room is.”

The two of you follow her up the stairs and into her son’s room. She opens the door for you and the brunette. “This is his room. Set up what you have to use for his treatment. Do you want me to bring you two any water?” She asks.

“No thanks I’m fine. How about you, Jane?”

“No thanks. I’m good.” She says.

“If you two need anything just ask.” The blonde mother walks back downstairs.

You put the box of supplies on the kid’s bed while Jane is setting up the latter for you so you can mount the sleeping camera on the wall opposite to his bed. Stevie’s bed is leaning up to the wall with the window, his closet is to the left of his bed, the monster supposedly comes out of there and scares him in the corner where his bed is. You take a look in his closet for his “monster” for shits and giggles, as expected you find nothing. “Hey? You wanna check the closet for monsters?” You say jokingly.

“Is the red eyed dragon in there, Joe?” She asked sarcastically.

“Of course it’s in here, it’s all of the clothing that is stacked in there. It magically shape-shifts into some monster and just scares the kid.” Wow, you have a way with bad jokes you think to yourself. You close the closet and walk towards your assistant. “You know, if I was some monster, I would probably have eaten him already and then go after the next kid in the neighborhood. Why would a monster just scare and run? It makes no sense.”

“Maybe that’s what the monster is actually doing.”

Your right eyebrow raises to her answer. “Seriously? What do you mean by that?”

“What if the monster is a psychic vampire.”

You look to your assistant in confusion. Is she seriously entertaining these ideas? “What is that suppose to be?”

“Well, it’s a person or being that essentially feeds off of a person’s mental energy. They can possibly even feed off people’s life force. Basically, what I am trying to say is that this monster literally feeds off of the kid’s mental energy. His fright in particular. Maybe he is producing a certain negative energy that it likes to feed off of.” She says all of that with a certainty, like she really believes it.

This kind of nonsense is head scratching. You laugh at the preposterous babble she just told you. “That sounds pretty pseudo-scientific. Have you been reading the wrong materials for your doctorates or something, lady? Cause last time I checked, they don’t have doctorates for parapsychology.”

She laughs in response to your remark. “I’m only kidding, Joe. I don’t believe in chakras and that other voodoo bullshit.”

You laugh to her joke, she looked so serious about that at first, but you guessed she’s just really good a faking you out. You grab your screw gun, a level, drywall anchors and climb up the ladder to set up the camera. “You know, I’ve been thinking.” You say as you draw out the lines that the drywall anchors will be screwed into. “This is the tenth young patient I have had to deal with this particular issue in the Clairemont area.”

“Okay, so how is that number significant in any way?”

“I’m not finished yet.” You say as you drill in the drywall anchors. “Other doctors I know have reported that eighty thousand other kids have been having monster issues in the Clairemont area.” You finish drilling the anchors and reach your hand out to her. “Hand me the screws and the camera please.”

The woman grabs the equipment that you need and hands them to you. You thank her as you take them out of her hands and resume working.

“All sorts of kids have nightmare issues and claim to see monsters. So what if eighty thousand in the area are reporting monsters?” She asks.

You hold the camera in place and begin screwing in the first screw. “So what? That’s about twenty-five percent of the thirty-three thousand or so kids that live in the area. And what’s even weirder is that the four hundred kids in question have reported seeing the same monster that Stevie has been seeing too.”

“Really?” The brunette says with intrigue. “That’s about five percent of the kids that live in the local area?”

“Yeah I know and it gets weirder. I called some other doctors in some other areas in Cali and their patients have also reported seeing the same monster.” You finished setting up the camera and climb down off the latter. “The weirdness doesn’t stop there. I also asked other sleep doctors in different states on whether their patients have seen this monster and they confirmed to me that they have.”

“Wow, what a weird coincidence.”

You grab the wires for the camera and climb up the latter to plug them into the mounted camera. “The coincidences don’t stop there, I also asked these doctors if they have seen the other nine monsters that the kids I’ve been treating reported and they confirmed that their patients have also reported seeing those monsters too.” You get down the latter again. “And coincidentally again, the five percent of kids that have reported the monster that Stevie’s been dealing with are two miles apart from each other in all of the areas that the monster has been reported in. Plus, the other nine monsters sighting that these kids have reported are also about two miles away from each other.”

“Again, what a weird coincidence.”

“I don’t have enough data to conclusively prove this conclusion. It’s just a rough draft of what I was able to find.”

Jane looks at you as if you are crazy. “Hey, do you think monsters are actually stalking these kids?”

“No of course not. A lot of people claim to see monsters, aliens, bigfoot and all of those dumb cryptids all the time. I think this is some kind of groupthink or crowd hysteria. It’s like when people claimed to see the Jersey Devil. When one person reported it, other people started to see it too. I think these kids are telling each other about their experiences with these monsters and then start seeing monsters for themselves, you get me?”

She’s laughs as your long-winded explanation. “Sure, Sure.” She says sarcastically.

“Sorry, I can’t help that I notice patterns like this. After all, correlation does not mean causation.” You open up the door for Jane. “Were done here for now. Let me get you some food. I want to head back home to take a quick nap before we come back here to study the kid’s sleep patterns.”

“Okay, that’s fine.” She walks out the room before you do.

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You and Jane head to a diner in town to get a quick bite to eat. You haven’t really had the chance to eat much today anyway and you don’t mind eating with your assistant one bit. In fact, you feel flattered by it. It feels good as a young person like yourself to get an assistant to help you with your research. Most people don’t get something like that until they are in there thirties or forties and you’re twenty-six. You really overworked yourself to get into the position you are in now. Besides, you really don’t hang out with much people outside of work anyway since you work off the clock too. You really only hang out with your associates and Jane in your opinion has been a good associate of yours.

The two of you seat yourselves at the diner. You grab yourself the menu why she busies herself with her cell phone, texting mindlessly like the college undergrad that she is. Probably texting her friends or something like that. You don’t care to pry into her personal business in all honest though. However, a little bit of conversation would be good to pass the time.

You’re about to start the conversation, but your assistant pockets her phone and gets the first word into the conversation. “I’m sorry, I was just texting my mom about something. I know sometimes I can kind of be rude when I’m texting other people, but I don’t mean it in any bad way to you Joe. What are you going to order for yourself may I ask?”

“I was going to order the-”

“Wait, Wait! Let me guess.” She interrupts. She then closes her eyes and goes into what looks like a meditation of sorts. After a few seconds, her eyes open and she gives you her guess. “You want to get the Jalapeno and ham omelet with a side of bacon and a hot espresso, right?”

Wow, she’s good. “Hmmm, that’s a very good guess.” But then again, you do frequently go out to this diner with her. So, she probably just noticed your ordering habits from the many times you’ve eaten out with her and has made a very good local guess on today’s order.

“Yeah, I know. I just really know you inside and out. That’s honestly one of the reasons why I wanted to work with you.”

“You have complemented me a lot on my pharmacological research.” You take a sip of the water that the waitress left for you.

“Yep, I have. You really have made some interesting Breakthroughs with your research.”

“Uh-huh. That I did. I don’t really want to get into all the technical jargon on all of that right now anyway. But how have you been, lately?”

“I’ve been fine. I went out with some friends the other day and we went shopping down at the mall and I got myself a nice dress. I think it looks super pretty on me too.” She waves her hair back and flutters her eyelashes at you. “Maybe you can see me in it sometime.”

You blush to her flirtation and shield your face with your menu. “Uh, let’s keep this professional, Jane. I don’t know how the school board would feel about that kind of thing.” Jane isn’t an ugly lady. In fact, you would says she’s a very good looking lady at that. She’s about four years younger than you, but you feel that someone like her is really attracted to your wallet more than your looks frankly. You’re not bad looking yourself, but sleeplessness hasn’t been too kind to you either. The somewhat dark circles under your eyes are a good indication of that. But at least they don’t make you look too much like crap. You could look way worse.

“Give it sometime, I don’t think they would mind, honestly.”

“I don’t think that is something I can just ask, lady.”

The waiter thankfully comes to take your orders and helps you steer away of that awkward conversation. This also hasn’t been the first time she has flirted with you either. As much as she can be a pleasant person to works with, she tries to make an attempt on you every time you go out to eat with her and will get suggestive with you when working as well. The women has been very helpful with your work and all, but this can get taxing on your tired mind.

Admittedly though, you really should try to look for someone to settle down with at some point here. You’ve never dated anyone in your life due to your workaholic tendencies. But, you’ve only know her for a year and you can’t always know everything about a girl from just a year alone. You just got to give her more time and maybe down the road, she may find something in you that she doesn’t like or maybe you’ll find something in her that you like. It can go either way.

You shift the conversation about more work oriented things with her before your meals arrive. And when they do arrive, your meal is as delicious as always. This diner never fails to your dining preferences, the meals are always up to your standards. The two of you pay for your bills and you then drop her off to her house before you head back home to get some sleep. With all of the sleeping meds you take, you only manage to get four hours of sleep instead of the eight hours of sleep that you wanted before having to go back to your patient’s home.

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Stevie is whining and fidgeting with you as you apply the electrodes to his face. You tell him that you’ll get him a chocolate bar tomorrow if he cooperates with you. He starts to work with you better when you promise him that. “There, all done.” You say to him as you finish putting the electrodes on him. “Now Stevie.” You say as your tucking him in. “I put this button right next to your bed.” You pick up the button to show him. “If you need to use the bathroom, want a glass of water or need us for any reason, just press that button. Alright?”

“Okay, Doc.” He says.

You and your assistant leave the room again to go to your observation station that the both of you set up downstairs in the living room while Mrs. O’Brian stays with her son to read him a bedtime story. The boy took two hours to properly sleep, probably due to the stuff that was on his face. Your assistant had to go into his room numerous times to fix the electrodes that were on him. Once he was asleep, his sleep patterns were normal the two hours you observed him.

But, at two twenty seven A.M, something freaky happened. While your drinking a monster and looking at the child’s sleep pattern data, you notice something in the camera feed. A furry looking person with horns is standing right next to Stevie’s bed and is creepily staring over him as he sleeps. You rub your eyes and take a look at the monster you just drank to make sure it hasn’t expired. Is this sugary garbage in conjunction with your sleep deprivation making you hallucinate? The furry thing is now opening and closing the door repeatedly for whatever reason. It’s not making too much noise and you know that because the camera also has a built-in microphone. It is being really quiet about its compulsive behavior. “Jane!” You whisper loudly “Jane, get over here quickly!” You point her to the camera feed. “Do you see what I’m seeing?”

“Yeah, some furry broke into the kid’s room and is now opening and closing his closet like some kind of moron.”

“Wait! Your right. It does look like one of those furry weirdos. What the hell is he doing in his room?”

“How much have you read into these types of people?” She has a stern look on her face when asking that question.

“I just know that they’re weirdos and that they walk around in mascot costumes.”

“Joe, furries are notoriously known for their weird sexual deviancy. That guy might be sneaking into his room and molesting Stevie when he is sleeping. We got to do something about this right now.” She says with panic in her voice.

You find a wooden bat on the floor and grab it. Mrs. O’Brian told you her son plays softball for his school’s his physical activities. The bat definitely belongs to him. You just hope to not get any blood on the over-glorified wooden stick. “I’ll handle the peeper upstairs. Give me a minute.” You quietly run up the stairs with the bat to the boy’s bedroom. Once your at his door, you slowly and cautiously open his door and peek in to find the intruder still opening and closing the closet door. Whoever it is, it’s shaking up with nervousness and it hasn’t noticed you yet. The black and white camera didn’t give you the best look at your intruder. It was covered in green fur, had yellow strips, a tail, black claws on its hands and feet, it’s head sported ginger-colored hair with two black horn sticking out and was wearing a t-shirt and was sported with a pair of shorts. That’s a pretty realistic furry costume, the whole monster get up is really convincing. You tippy toe towards the intruder, readying your bat to strike. Once you get close enough, you raise the bat above your head and strike down on its head, hard. You hear a little yelp come out of the creature once you strike it, but not loud enough to wake up the boy. It spins towards you and falls face-first into your chest. You manage to catch who this is before they fall to the ground. He or she is out cold. As they lay unconscious in your arms, you're trying to look for a zipper on the “costume.” You are even trying to look for where the mask comes off but cannot find it. As your examining the thing more and more, you’re beginning to think that this isn’t some person in a costume. You even open its mouth to see if it looks fake. The mouth has saliva, sharp teeth, it breathes and has bad breath. After enough touching and feeling for a zipper on the “costume,” you come to the uncomfortable conclusion that you are dealing with an actual monster and you have just knocked it out. You look at the camera and wave at it. Letting Jane know you want her up here. You drag out the monster out your patients room.