You know, I always wondered, how come parents don’t ever really think about the things their kids say? More specifically, before bedtime? How kids say things like,
“Mommy, I think there’s a monster underneath my bed…”
“Daddy… I see something in the corner of my room…”
“I saw s-something at the end of my bed!”
Things like that, ya know? These parents always chalk it up to their kid’s “Imagination” or having had a recent nightmare that shook them to their core, well that’s not the case, not one, little, bit. Kids are always taken as having overly active minds, or just even making things up to a little bit extra bit of love and attention from their parents before bed. What if I told you, those monsters are real, that there really is something in the corner of their room? Well, that because there is, and now you may ask, what is it then? The creatures that haunt your poor little child every night are beings of another world, something beyond the human comprehension of reality, beyond their worlds. These creatures take shape of what your child fears most, how do they know this though? They watch your child every, single day, all their moves, what they love and don’t love, and most of all, what they fear, stalking them like the prey they are like the predator the creature is. Whether that is their parents, or a spider, or something they saw on t.v, they used it to their advantage, however, these creatures love turning into things the child loves the most and making it their worst nightmare. Then when its night, these creatures come out from the opening from their world where ever they may be and travel through the house at night. They are the reason why the house creaks and makes noises of mystery at night, why the parents say,
“It’s just the house resting honey, there are no monsters in the house tonight”
“How does a house rest mommy?”
“Even houses need to sleep sometime my darling…”
And as the creatures walk up to the room, with a child awake inside with a frightened mind and racing heart, they slowly open up a purposely quietly creaking door, the predator closing in on their unaware prey. They mess with the child in subtle ways, by blending in with the shadows but being only slightly blacker to see their outline, they might paralyze the child to make them stare at the creature as it slowly walks up the foot of the bed, taking on whatever form they need to accomplish their needs. Whatever the case may be, they terrify the child in the end and make them sleepless for a few nights, and make the parents let the child sleep in their bed, or whatever things parents do. They do this every, single, night, till every last bit of joy and comfort is drained out of them, and they disappear. Do you ever wonder about the cold cases where children have suddenly disappeared? Where they are never found and the parents cry and sob? That’s because the child was taken and eaten by these creatures, they are drained of all the happiness, it removes the candy-like sweet and pure taste these children have, and turns them as sour as the parents who lost their children become as they either weep or divorce each other, it’s their favorite taste. Then the creatures start roaming other houses once more, starting the twisted cycle of life all, over, again.
Now, when you put your child to bed, and you tuck them in tight and leave their room, I would recommend to go back in there and sit in their room. Sit in there and close your eyes, and open them twice, and then look in the corner, you will see me there, now, don’t be scared. Don’t worry, you aren’t my prey and you’re not in my food chain, but your child is.