I tucked my little girl into bed, "Good night sweetie, don't let the bed bugs bite," I said leaving the room. 


"Yes, hon?" 

"Are there monsters under my bed?" 

"Of course not," I soothed, "there are no such thing as monsters under your bed." 

"Ok," she said smiling, pulling the covers up around her face, "are there monsters outside?" 

I sighed, "Unfortunately, yes." 

"What do they look like?" she asked. 

"They look like everyone else; like your mommy and daddy. That's why it's important not to talk to strangers." 

"Are you a monster, Daddy?" The smile fell away from my face, a stone-cold look I didn't want my daughter to ever see, but I couldn't help it. 

I began to close the door. "I'll see you in the morning, honey." 

Credited to Edwin Crowe 

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