Under The Bed

Under The Bed Thomas ran as fast as his little legs could carry him to his father's room. He told him there was a monster under his bed. Thomas' father told him that monsters weren't real and that he had better go back to bed. "But daddy theres a monster under the bed and he has glowing green eyes, please look." Thomas spoke in a whisper as if not to be heard. Wanting to just go back to bed Thomas" father grabbed his hand and took him to his bedroom.     "Noooo!" Thomas as hysterical as he could be in a whisper.     "Why are you whispering Thomas? Stop that."     "He can hear us." He whispered back.     Thomas's father just rolled his eyes and took him to his room. He looked under the bed and looked in the closet. Hell he even looked out the window and guess what? No monster.     "See son it was all just in your imagination." He held up two glow in the dark ping-pong balls as he tucked his son in.     "Ohhh,"     Thomas' father had snatched the ping-pong balls of his nightstand just before he left his room. Nothing like a little white lie to help set a childs mind at ease.      Thomas got a goodnight kiss from his father and off to sleep he went thinking it was all just in his head. Thomas' father, seeing that his trick worked, smiled and left to get back to bed.     However, not thirty minutes go by and Thomas is back at his fathers bedside telling him theres a monster under his bed.      "Daddy theres a monster under the bed and hes drooling." Thomas whispered. His voice was so low you could barely hear him at all. "For the last time there is no monster under the bed!" Thomas' dad said in nearly a shout. "Now go to your room and go to sleep, now!" "But daddy... look." Thomas was near shacking as he held out his hand to show his dad the ping-pong balls. Thomas' dad looked at them and was suddenly filled with fear, not because Thomas had found out about the trick he played, but because he wasnt just showing him the balls. He was pointing. "Come he--" That was all Thomas' dad could get out before two black hands grabbed Thomas' feet and took him under his father's bed. He cried out a single yelp as he was taken under. His father reached for him, but the hands moved so quick and it all was so sudden that he couldn't reach him in time. Thomas's father fell onto his head reaching for his boy to no avail. When he looked under the bed he found nothing. Even when he was falling his eyes met the otherside of the wall. Thomas was gone.