It came in the night from beyond the frozen river.
There was a gust of wind, a rush of cold, cold air, and the monster crept down to the basement, because that’s where monsters live.
I can hear it howling from the other side of the door.
Someone’s going to have to go down there—before the monster comes up for us.But not me!
I don't like monsters. Especially this monster. This is the most terriblest monster in the world. Even Thursday is hiding.
I'm going to go hide.
I'll write soon—if I can.