“Remember, Danny: don't open that door when I'm gone.” Danny’s mother said as she pointed towards the cellar door. “But why?” Danny asked. Danny was ten years old and ever since he could remember he had longed to know what was on the other side of the door. “Is this the only thing we have to eat?” Danny asked. “Yes it is, now eat it up. I'll be back later, mummy loves you.” He was awoken hours later by his mother stroking his head. “What happened baby?” “I heard the monster,” Danny replied “No...but I want to see what's behind it. Will you show me mummy? The monster doesn't harm you.” “No, Danny!”