In the Closet

Curtain rises. There is a small child (assumed as a boy) on a bed (just something with a sheet/blankets on it). He is dressed in pajamas. Suddenly, the boy awakens, and starts looking around nervously. The boy looks off stage left, and then he starts screaming.

Boy: DADDY! DADDY! HELP!

There is some noise off stage, and then the boy’s father comes from off stage right. He rushes to the boy.

Dad: (kneeling down and holding the son): Son! Are you alright?

Boy: (shaking): Daaaadddddyyy, there’s a monster in the closet!

The father rises and puts his hands on his hips. He is now aggravated.

Dad: Son, you are almost a grown man now. You should be able to take care of your own monsters now.

Boy: (His shoulders sag, and he seems very sad): I know, Daddy, but just this once?

The father sighs.

Dad: Fine, just this once.

The father takes out a gun from his pocket and shoots twice off stage left. There is a load chocking sound, and then a person dressed up in some evil costume (evil clown, evil vampire, evil janitor, whatever the costume shop has) takes a couple steps on stage, and then falls to the ground. The Father returns the gun to his pocket.

Father: Is that better son?

Boy: (Getting back into bed, obviously very relieved): Yes daddy, it’s much better.

Father: (leaving stage right): Good night son.

Boy: Night dad!