Goodnight.

Goodnight. part 2

                                                                     Chapter 2

Over the last day, my normal, everyday routine has warped in a dark way. As I was getting ready for work, I heard odd noises coming from my sons room. All day through my less than minimum wage job, I've been surrounded by a really dark feeling. I now know why.

"check my bed for monsters daddy?" my son managed to mutter out under his deep heavy breathing and terrified expression. As the dad it was my job to check for my son, so I did.

What I was met with a mere 5 inches from my nose was..... wait.... my son. My son that I just saw on his bed was curled up in a featle position histarically sobbing into his knees.

I felt my heart sink as I heard my son say "daddy, there's something in my bed..."

before I even realised that I was looking at my worst nightmare, my vision went red as I heard sudden screams and the sound of....... flesh being... torn.

I woke up on the opposite side of my sons room with a deep gash in my mid section and an 8 foot tall stalky back mass digging out organs and fluids and smearing it all over my sons rooms walls.... wait. MY SON!!

my vision turned from my definite death injury, to the spot where my son was before I fell unconscious. what met my gaze was the most horrific scene I have ever experienced in my life. my son had been literally torn in half and sprawled across his bed as a second dark figure was eating, and painting a picture of a demonic smiley face on the wall beside with the contents of my sons dead corpse's ribcage.

I now can't feel anything below my neck and there were no remaining contents of my lower torso.... I know that what had killed my son and will soon kill me, was the devils spawn. my son, I will see you soon in heaven. goodnight

Thank you

for reading my mess of a short story and I hope you enjoyed.