"I'm scared Mummy! They're hiding under my bed!"
Alison crouched down beside her son who had curled up in his bed and pulled the blanket tightly up to his face, his terrified eyes out behind the blue fabric.
"Honey, we go through this every night. Always another tale of somthing hinding in your bed, or hiding in the closet, or hiding in your toybox. There is nothing to be afraid of."
"I'm not afraid of them Mummy, I'm afraif of what they're hiding from!"
