Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-34296765-20160501000610

The child woke up in the middle of the night and sat upright. He stared at the window to his left and saw the bluish black sky of midnight, with the yellow full moon partially obscured by long clouds in an ominous way.

Something was off that night. Something was not in place.

The child stood up from his old, creaking bed and tiptoed out. He took a good look at the dark surroundings. Everything was in place. No dolls or toys were out of place. There were no moving shadows. The door was closed, as it was before he slept. Everything was fine.

But something was still off.

His first instinct was to run to his parents and nuzzle close with them, but he decided he was a grown boy who did not sleep with his parents anymore, and besides he did not want to disturb their peaceful slumber after a tiring day. So the child climbed back into the blankets and drifted off to sleep again.

He did not notice his father climb out from under the bed after hours of waiting and smile at his son's calm expression in sleep as he poised the sharpened knife in his right hand.

I think I relied too much on cheap shock points. >.<  