The Boy Under the Bed

A father went to tuck in his seven-year-old son, like he did every night.

But the moment he stepped into the room, he felt something was… off.

His son was lying in bed, blanket pulled up to his chest, staring at him with

a smile that was just a little too wide… a little too stiff. “Hey buddy,” the

father asked softly, “you doing alright?” The boy nodded without blinking. Then he whispered,

“Dad… can you check under my bed for monsters?” The father sighed and smiled.

“Sure, if it helps you sleep.” He knelt down, lifted the blanket,

and peeked into the darkness beneath the bed. And his heart nearly stopped.