Daddy tell me a scary story.

Nathan.

"Daddy, tell me as scary story." Lily pleaded, climbing up into her father's lap.

"What kind of scary story?" He asked.

"Something with monsters. I wanna hear about a creepy monster." She sang.

"Okay. Let me think." He said, hugging her close so the perfect little flower that was her face was gazing up at him.

"I'll tell you the story of Nathan. The monster under the fridge. Nathan is a Ha-buga-boo. The most terrifying of all bogey men. He lives in the shadow beneath the fridge, waiting for children and other little kids. The terrifying beast with hands like a child leaves finger prints on the door in true monster style." He told her, wiggling his fingers in a creepy fashion. She giggled with terrified glee. "Nathan is a sneak. He leaves hand prints on the fridge so the little kids get in trouble. And when daddy gets upset, he sends the little girl or little boy to clean their finger prints off, and--HE GRABS YOUR FEET AND PULLS YOU UNDERNEATH!" He exclaimed, tickling her.

"What does he do with the little kids he takes?" She asked, curious.

"He skins them and makes a little kids suit out of them so he can escape from underneath the fridge." He told her.

"Gross." She said, making a retching motion.

"Did you know your little sister was stolen by Nathan?" He asked, pretending to be serious.

"No she wasn't." Lily said in disbelief.

"You can tell because the skin suit doesn't fit very tight." He told her, calling to Lily's little sister, Emily. Emily came running in on stubby little feet and climbed up on daddy's other knee. "Okay. Watch closely and you'll see that your little sister is really Nathan in disguise." Her father told Emily to sit very still. He placed his hand on her scalp and pulled it forward and back making it slide back and forth across her skull.

"Ahhh! Stop, Daddy. Stop!" Lily called, crawling away from her sister. He kept doing it.

"Ooo! Nathan's going to get you." He sang in an eerie voice. "Nathan's going to come out and get you." Emily looked up at her father in irritation and tried to pull away. "The only way to make Nathan come out is like this." He said, licking his finger in preparation for a wet willy. Lily started laughing. Emily looked very angry. He got the finger closer and closer to Emily's ear. "Okay, Nathan. COME OUT!" He called, sticking his wet finger in Emily's ear.

Emily's skin suddenly split open and Nathan slithered out like a blood-covered locust and scrambled off the terrified family's lap an onto the floor. Lily screamed an ear-splitting high-pitched scream that sent Nathan scurrying under the coffee table and upending chairs as he sought out his den. Father leapt to his feet and used a poker from the fire place to try and bash in the monster's head. Nathan spat and hissed and dragged himself along with his two blood slicked arms, small and thin like tree branches.

When father laid a good strike across the monster's back, it turned and pursued father and Lily, clawing at them and scratching their legs and arms and whatever it could reach. Once it was sure they were in retreat, it turned it's bulbous head around, it's deep hollow sockets housed dark red orbs that spied the fridge. It turned and fled then. Father hesitated then ran after it, but Nathan made it to the fridge first and slithered under with a lot of wiggling and scrapping.

Lily's father turned back to look at the couch in fear and amazement . . . and horror. Lily was holding her sister's wet, sticky, discarded skin in her hands and starring at the slumping face in abject terror.

"Where's Emily?" She asked. Father turned to look at the fridge as if the answer were there.

Spooookyyy😈