“Dad, can you check under my bed for monsters?”
The little boy’s father smiled and then squatted down to check for monsters. He didn’t find a monster under his bed, he found his son.
The boy whispered, “Daddy, theres someone on my bed”
“Sam, could you come downstairs for a second? I need help with something”
“Alright, I’m coming”
“Don’t go down there, I heard it too” His mother’s voice sounded echoey coming out of the closet by the stairs.