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The Blanket Monster


Estimated reading time — 4 minutes

Everybody at one point has been scared by a younger/older sibling.

I can pinpoint multiple times my younger brother has gave me a good jump. Yet the best scares I have ever received had to come from my older sister. Before we moved away from our childhood home in New Jersey, my sister had to watch my younger brother and I on some nights while our parents were out. My brother being very young at the time fell asleep early-ish. I did not really like to go bed when I was younger so I would cause the most problems. My sister would counter-act this by locking me in my room and turning off the flow of electricity into that room. I, being a 7/8 year old kid afraid of the dark, would bang like a lunatic trying to get out of the darkness. After a couple minutes, she would put a blanket over herself and finally unlock the door. I would come flying out of the room only to be faced with a “monster” of some sort. The thing that creeped me out the most about this monster was that it was concealed under a blanket. There are millions of possibilities of what this creature could look like underneath it. After a couple minutes of her attacking me with this blanket and myself screaming “Bloody Murder”, she would eventually take the blanket off and tell me to go to bed. I would always be emotionally and physically drained so after a few seconds I would pass out.

She did this only about 3-4 times since my parents started to go out less and less as time went on. The scariest time this happened though was on a Saturday evening. My parents had to take my younger brother to the hospital for unknown reasons at the time. I was playing video games so I barely made out what my mom said when she went out the door.

“Be back soon. Stay out of trouble. Laura will be ho-oon”

I heard a noise come from the adjacent room of mine. It was my sister’s room, which was one place in the house I was not allowed to go into. It sounded like a door was opening but I debunked it as her going through the closet because her room door was shut. An hour went by and I was getting really loud and obnoxious with this game I was playing. The door to my sister’s room opened and I knew that she was going to put me to bed.

Suddenly, my heart sank because the room went dark. I let out a cry of anger and fear. All the progress I made on that game was gone and I knew it happened over another stupid joke of my sister. The door slammed shut and I was covered in complete darkness. I started to bang like usual. I really wished I just went to bed or hid. The door flew open and there it stood. The one thing that scared me as a kid, the blanket monster. Something was different about it this time though. It stood in the hallway much taller than how Laura normally was. It let out this weird groaning noise which made me almost piss my pants. The creature inched closer to me as I started to step back. I must have tripped on one of my controllers because I fell backwards and hit my head on something. The final things I remembered in that moment was the front door opening and the blanket falling to reveal nothing was there. Laura approached me and must have thought I passed out because she tucked me in. I thought for the longest years that someone came to the door and my sister stopped the fun to check who it was.

After three years of living in that house, we moved away to the south. I am currently 16 so it has been a while since my sister has tried to scare me with that corny routine. My past self was too stupid to realize it was a façade.

I remember a couple days ago, my sister and I were talking about the whole blanket monster thing.

“I still can’t believe you were afraid of a blanket!”

“It was not the blanket! It was what I pictured under the blanket you ass. You got me really good that one time when Tyler went to the hospital.”

“What are you talking about? I was at a friend’s house when Mom told me to come home and watch you.”

“What? That’s not true. I pissed you off with too much noise so you screwed with me like always. Come on stop fucking with me.

“Jared, I have no idea what you are talking about. You are actually starting to scare me.”

To save both of us from losing our minds over this, I lied and pretended that I was trying to scare her. I have a look of fear and dread every time I look at that blanket. Sometimes I hear the noises at night. Like something is being dragged. I shrug it off and fall asleep. Unfortunately, I have been sick for the past couple of days so I have been losing my mind with cabin fever. The family went to see a movie so I am currently alone.

That’s odd? I just heard a door open. They can’t be home this early. They just left two hours ago.

Shit. The power just went out. It’s not even storming out here.

I have to go get some flashlights. I hate the dark.

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11 thoughts on “The Blanket Monster”

  1. I decided not to read this. Blankets are super armour against all evil wicked things. The reason you don’t like to have your feet outside of the blanket? Easy, you sense shit is gonna go down if you fall asleep like that. Better cover them up.

    Anyways, the idea of a blanket monster is almost sacrilegious. Like turning a cross upside down. I will not stand for it!

    1. Just to be annoying: as a Catholic, I just want to mention that an upside down cross is not (when done respectfully) considered sacrilege. St. Peter, the first Pope, was sentenced to death by crucifixion; however, he didn’t think he was worthy to die the same way as Jesus, so he asked to be crucified upside-down. Thus, many Christians still use upside-down crosses as a sign of discipleship, despite normal crosses more purely representing Jesus. Okay, sorry, carry on…

  2. Hey guys! The writer here. Looking back on this pasta, I can see why you guys don’t like the ending. Personally I feel that the ending was decent. I was going for he is hallucinating from cabin fever or the past is coming back to kill him. Past as in the Blanket Monster. This was my first pasta I have ever written so I am pretty proud of myself. I plan to start writing my next one soon so be on the lookout for that. Thanks for the feedback!

    1. I thought the ending was good. And I think having the blanket as the object of the narrators fear, instead of the blanket being just something to hide under, was a nice twist to the story. I wish I had thought of that idea. Great job with this. I look forward to your next pasta. :)

  3. This was really good, but the ending kind of ruined it for me. It ended kind of abruptly, and the way the light just went out and the narrator heard a door opening kind of killed the creepiness in the story. But other than the ending, this pasta was really good. The story really built up to what could’ve been a perfect and creepy ending. Keep up the good work!

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