Under the Bed
‘Father,’ my little son begged as I tucked him under the duvet, ‘would you look under my bed for monsters.” Humouring him, I did, and saw him there trembling. ‘Daddy,’ he whispered, “Something’s in my bed.” Then the one above bit off my hand and started on the rest of me.
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