the morning after tad bad the first of his bad dreams , the morning that the blankets and sheets were back on the chair , his teddy on top of them , and for a moment when you opened the closet door you only saw a slumped shape with red eyes , something in tad 's closet ready to spring , it was him , it was cujo , tad was right all along , only the monster was n't in his closet ... it was out here .