When your kid brother tells you about the monster under the bed or in the closet, don’t be so quick to dismiss it.
Gathering all my strength, I again took a step back and threw myself at the
bookcase. This time, much lighter without all those books, it slid completely away from
the wall, and in the instant that I fell panting to the floor, the dark place that had been
behind Eddy’s bookcase was gone. I braced myself for the expected fangs ripping into
me but as I turned I saw only the wall, a little discolored perhaps by the many years since
it had seen any sunshine, but a complete and solid wall nonetheless. I looked at Eddy and
we both burst out in a maniacal laughter driven by our close call with death. Elliot,
looking as if he were about to cry, didn’t know what to make of any of it.
Elliot never came to sleep over at our house ever again. Evidently, he felt the
entire incident best forgotten. My mom got a little annoyed with both me and Eddy when
we both chose to re-arrange the furniture in our bedrooms. All of the furniture was neatly
arranged in the middle of both rooms.
“It gives me a better space to run my radio controlled cars,” said Eddy.
“It’s a lot easier to keep clean,” I told her.
“I’m not buying it,” she said, “but you can do what you want.”
Taking their lead from me, from that weekend forward, no one in my family
called my kid brother Little Eddy anymore.
Best I’ve read on this site for a while. 
Guess some people don’t realise that you’re already a magnificently talented writer:-) A well-written and well-crafted tale about a teenage boy and his kid brother..and a strange being who collects things and has taken up residence behind his little brother’s bookcase..scary and gothic-like..you write with a great sense of imagery David..I loved this story
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