For years I waited in the darkness, being nothing but a victim to frightened children and annoyed parents. I’m nothing to worry about, I don’t exist. How could they jump to such bold conclusion. I remember when those parents used to fear us, when they used to cry to those who cared for them. Decade after decade I succeeded in frightening those to young to know any better and keeping those who did no better awake. The darkness was my greatest ally, and only wreaked havoc with in it.

Tonight was different for use though. We had grown sick of being mocked and sick of being spoken against without consequence. What did we do that night? We proved our existance. I waited all through the night until I saw those small, familiar feet toddle into the room followed closely by the larger ones. They exchanged their goodnights and hugged before the parent left and shut the lights off, giving me control of the room.

I waited to hear to soft snoring the child before I extended my arms, silently pulling my gangly body from the space beneath the bed. I wrapped my hands around the child, the coldness of my flesh quickly bringing him awake.
He couldn’t scream, the shock of seeing my distorted face to much for the young boy. I wrenched the boy from the covers and held in the air, several feet above the ground. In the darkness of his room, I consumed the boy; as did millions of others around the Human World. That night we escaped our realm from under the bed and proved our form of life. What would those parents do? What does a world think when every child sleeping on a bed disappears in the same night?

Perhaps next time you speak to your children, you won’t dismiss us so quickly as lies.