Here is the first part(I have no idea how to change the title of a thread, just the title of a post):
These parts are separate stories that can be read in any order, just the order that I wrote them in.
A Day in the Life
“Mom, will you check for monsters under the bed, and in the closet?”
“Honey, I just checked yesterday.”
“Please? They might have come back.”
“Honey, I told you I just checked yesterday. There weren’t even dust bunnies down there.”
“That’s probably because the monsters ate them!”
My mom smiled. “Go to sleep, honey.”
She kissed my forehead and turned off the lights.
_ _ _ _ _
I followed the sound of her footsteps as she walked down the hall and down the stairs.
I sat up from my bed and did a closet check: Yep. Still locked. Then, I leaned over and cautiously peered over the side of my bed: Nope. Nothing. Nothing so far, at least.
Satisfied, I lie back down and bundle my covers tight.
_ _ _ _ _
Click.
I bolt straight up and glance around to my closet.
“Hello? Are there any monsters here tonight?”
Silence.
“Are you sure?”
Silence.
But just in case, I thought… I took a deep breath, and started.
_ _ _ _ _
“Once upon a time, there was a vicious, ferocious, hideous, insidious beast. He specialized in devouring yummy little children, especially mischievous little boys who don’t listen to their mothers.”
I perked my ears and listened.
Silence.
“Chubby little children.”
Skshhh.
Something under my bed shifted.
“Once, the monster came into a room filled with two naughty twins. Naughty, chubby twins. Twins who were home alone. The monster grabbed the boys by the ankles and dragged them under the bed. The twins shrieked and cried; they screamed and moaned; they begged for mercy and yelled for their mom, but she wasn’t there. Nope. She was with their dad at Applebee’s, enjoying a nice dinner. So, the monster chomped on their hands and their feet, gulping down their toes and their fingers like mozzarella sticks.”
Thump.
Something in my closet bumped against the door.
“The monster crunched their toenails like cereal and saved their noses for his nose collection. Then, the monster sucked out their eyeballs and extracted their brains with its claws.”
I sneaked a glance at my floor. Something glistened on the carpet, a pool of liquid shimmering in the rays cast by the moon.
“The monster took out some barbecue sauce and dumped it all over the twins. He took out his carving knife and his fork, and-”
Thump. Thump.
Something in my closet was getting very anxious.
Skshhh. Skshhh.
I looked down at my floor again. The small pool of liquid was spreading across the entire floor, enveloping my backpack with disgusting, slobbery goo- monster drool!
Nope, there was no denying it now. I clicked on the light, grabbed my baseball bat and pushed the Glade Scented Oil air freshener to max.
“Mommm!”
These parts are separate stories that can be read in any order, just the order that I wrote them in.
A Day in the Life
How to Check for Monsters under the Bed
“Mom, will you check for monsters under the bed, and in the closet?”
“Honey, I just checked yesterday.”
“Please? They might have come back.”
“Honey, I told you I just checked yesterday. There weren’t even dust bunnies down there.”
“That’s probably because the monsters ate them!”
My mom smiled. “Go to sleep, honey.”
She kissed my forehead and turned off the lights.
_ _ _ _ _
I followed the sound of her footsteps as she walked down the hall and down the stairs.
I sat up from my bed and did a closet check: Yep. Still locked. Then, I leaned over and cautiously peered over the side of my bed: Nope. Nothing. Nothing so far, at least.
Satisfied, I lie back down and bundle my covers tight.
_ _ _ _ _
Click.
I bolt straight up and glance around to my closet.
“Hello? Are there any monsters here tonight?”
Silence.
“Are you sure?”
Silence.
But just in case, I thought… I took a deep breath, and started.
_ _ _ _ _
“Once upon a time, there was a vicious, ferocious, hideous, insidious beast. He specialized in devouring yummy little children, especially mischievous little boys who don’t listen to their mothers.”
I perked my ears and listened.
Silence.
“Chubby little children.”
Skshhh.
Something under my bed shifted.
“Once, the monster came into a room filled with two naughty twins. Naughty, chubby twins. Twins who were home alone. The monster grabbed the boys by the ankles and dragged them under the bed. The twins shrieked and cried; they screamed and moaned; they begged for mercy and yelled for their mom, but she wasn’t there. Nope. She was with their dad at Applebee’s, enjoying a nice dinner. So, the monster chomped on their hands and their feet, gulping down their toes and their fingers like mozzarella sticks.”
Thump.
Something in my closet bumped against the door.
“The monster crunched their toenails like cereal and saved their noses for his nose collection. Then, the monster sucked out their eyeballs and extracted their brains with its claws.”
I sneaked a glance at my floor. Something glistened on the carpet, a pool of liquid shimmering in the rays cast by the moon.
“The monster took out some barbecue sauce and dumped it all over the twins. He took out his carving knife and his fork, and-”
Thump. Thump.
Something in my closet was getting very anxious.
Skshhh. Skshhh.
I looked down at my floor again. The small pool of liquid was spreading across the entire floor, enveloping my backpack with disgusting, slobbery goo- monster drool!
Nope, there was no denying it now. I clicked on the light, grabbed my baseball bat and pushed the Glade Scented Oil air freshener to max.
“Mommm!”
