This is the tale of an extraordinary child
raised in such a way that you would have thought he never smiled.
For every night he fought a lurking fear.
His passage to the bathroom, locked away a creature that would appear.
He dared not even wonder the horrors that await.
The children who defied his terms, he could only imagine their fate.
And what you wonder were the terms asked of our dear boy.
Clumps of hair from off his head, the creature would enjoy.
Drawing those stupid monsters again?
Let me see!
LET ME SEE!
Helena, don't.
You have no hair.
Give it back!
G-g-g-g-giv-give it back
HELENA!
Go to bed!
You're such a little brat.
You did this.
- I'm gonna... - DAD!
But each new night
the child's hair is slowly cut away.
As time runs out, for the monster's hunger is surely here to stay.
Ew, you peed your pants again?
Where's my brush?
I-I don't know.
You don't know?
You find my brush, you get this.
You and your stupid imagination.
You're a real freak, you know that.
No wonder you don't have any friends.
Unless he wants to meet an end more likely worse than death...
our boy must look fear in the eye and stutter no more his breath.
Leave me alone.
I can get you more.
I'm not afraid of you.
Your brush is in the wash room.
Shhhh!
And now you know the ending and the hero's twisted story.
A victory earned in turning tides.
Where fears become his glory.