So, what would you do if there WAS a monster under your bed? -- Anon Guest
From ghoulies and ghosties and long-leggedy beasties, and things that go bump in the night... Saen took a deep breath. Dark plus imagination lead to some degree of fear, and tonight's degree was too harsh to handle. Crying about monsters under the bed was too childish, now. She was six. She could read and dress herself and pronounce funny dinosaur names and being scared of monsters in the dark was just way too baby.
Time to face her fears.
She armed herself with a torch, and ducked over the edge of the bed. Turned it on and yelled, "HA!" at a terrified creature that instantly flinched into a curl and whimpered. It wasn't a dog. It wasn't a cat or a possum or even a monkey. What it definitely was, was terrified.