Your Nightmares

Dad, There's A Monster Under My Bed

Difficulty: H

(I read this somewhere or either heard it, and it brought back some memories so I thought I'd put it here in my own words. Again, it's not my story. Like it's not my idea.)

My son had always been scared at night. He would call me to his room each night and would tell me to check under his bed. Of course, at first, I thought it was ridiculous but soon I figured out that he wouldn't sleep, otherwise. I then started looking under his bed every night, if it makes him sleep well. This is how our conversation usually was as I entered his room every night:

"Hey champ," I'd start.

"Hey, dad," he'd reply in a scared voice.

I'd sigh as he'd pull the sheets of his bed closer.

"There's a monster under my bed."

"No champ, see?" I'd return.

I'd check and he'd be happy and calm.

This one evening, though, as I entered his room, I went over to him as usual. He had an odd grin on his face which calmed me down as I thought he was getting accustomed to sleeping without me checking under his bed. I thought he wouldn't ask me to, but he said in a strange voice, "Dad, there's a monster under my bed."

"No champ," I say, my hope shattering.

I bend down and check for him. As I lower my head and check under his bed, my eyes widen. A small boy, identical to him, lay there, curled and shivering in fear. My son. As he saw me, he slowly whispered,

"Dad, I think there's a monster above my bed."

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