Think. Think way back. Think way back to your childhood. Now, try to remember. Remember those dreadful nights when you heard something crawling in your house. You would slowly, silently, pull the covers up to your chin while you cowered in anticipation of the next noise. You wait, and you hold your breath, and you ever so slightly shift in your bed, and you wait some more. Then it happens. The bump.
The bump, however silent it may be, resounds over and over in your head. A soundless scream comes out of your mouth. You rip the covers off of your bed and you make a mad-dash to your parents’ bedroom. You jump as high as you can in an attempt to land smack in the middle of their bed. You gasp for air while you attempt to get out the words “Mom!” and “Dad!” Your heart is about to jump up through your throat and out of your mouth. You feel a river running from your eyes down your cheeks and onto their now soaked comforter.
You beg them to let you sleep in between them for the rest of the night. An attempted explanation of your sudden outburst falls to deaf ears. Your parents just say “It’s alright, dear. Let’s go put you back to bed.” You feel your body be picked up by your dad. He carries you back to your room, holding you tight. He lays you down in your bed, then slowly and comfortingly pulls your covers up to your shoulder. “Sleep tight,” he whispers. Then he walks away and disappears in the darkness.
Now to this day you have always wondered what it was that caused you to cower in fear so many times in your childhood. Time for an explanation.
Creatures caused (and still do cause, for that matter) the bumps in the night. These aren’t creatures like rabbits, raccoons, birds, etc. These are beasts that fear the light and thrive in darkness. They live to haunt and terrorize. As soon as the lights go out, these creatures appear. They writhe, they crawl, they climb. Green eyes glint in the darkness. Pans get moved, dishes get knocked over, and you can hear the pitter-patter of their feet as they make it all over your house.
Even your parents would sometimes hear these bumps late at night. Your mom would say “Honey…I heard something. I’m scared.” Your dad then proceeds to rub his eyes, stretch, and silently tip-toe into the main part of the house. He flicks on the kitchen light: nothing; dining room light: nothing; living room light; nothing. He then goes back through the house, turning off each light one by one. The kitchen light, dining room light, and living room light all fade into darkness. As your dad turns around to walk back to bed, tons of green eyes glint back at him and watch him leave.

