The monster under the bed taunted her…
“…I’m going to get you, and eat you all up!”
It was a horrible monster. Its skin was all green and slimy, with a big head and not enough for all the sharp, black teeth.
“I told my grandma about you.” The girl declared, as if the words would prove a shield against it.
“Grown ups don’t believe eight year olds.” It chuckled in an awful sort of way that sounded thick and sticky and told the child “She can’t believe you, because grown ups can’t see me. They can’t believe in monsters under the bed.”
For the most part, the little girl knew it was true. Every time she brought grandma into her room, the monster wouldn’t be there. And then grandma would shake her head so that even an eight year old understood she was annoyed and had had enough.
“But I told my mommy too.” The little girl ment