"He was young about five, he always thought that the basement was full of monsters, due largely to me.
I used to tell him stories about the terrors of the real world but in fairytale form, so he would understand the story, the meaning.
That was what caused it, I think.
One day I got angry and... and... I... I hit him (sob) I never meant to get so angry. I usually am a good parent or at least a decent one but he wouldn't stop with the monsters down there.
I told him if he didn't go down there and search for at least an hour he wouldn't get to go to his friends so he went down there and looked.
When he came up I asked if there were any monsters (sob) and... he said... "no, mommy it was just me. All alone."
That's when he showed me what was in his hands... and... I couldn't bear to hurt him again so I... I..."
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The Unsettled
HororHappy stories to tell in the day, except they are actually meant to make you think and create a sense that no matter where you are the environment surrounding you is dangerous. Also, I wrote this for fun and I am no steven king so please don't judge...
