Mama flicked on the light and tightened her robe. Five-year-old Benji sobbed, trembling.
“It’s okay, Benji.” Mama kissed his forehead.
“Monster’s hungry,” he whispered.
“Monsters don’t eat children.”
“I know,” whimpered Benji. “They eat grownups.”
Mama’s leg jerked. She gasped, eyes wide as she was pulled down under the bed.
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Now that was a bit unsettling and unexpected. Very Good.
Pick your feet up when you tuck your kids in at night! LOL. Thanks!
Excellent story. (Although I thought monsters ate cookies!)
Thanks, Tom. Lol.
Wow, what a twist! Love it!