The Mystery of the Creeper
"You must never go outside alone at night, my child." A grandmother told her grandson. "If you do, there's no telling what kind of horrors might come out."
The grandson, ten years old, was lying on his bed, looking up at his aged grandmother. "What kind of horrors, mama?"
The grandmother smiled sadly and said, "Lots of things. I know you can hear the moaning of the zombies and rattling of skeletons outside when you sleep. I remember they used to terrify you so when you were littler."
"Oh, yeah, I remember that."
The grandmother nodded. "But there's something else out there that's even more dangerous than them."
"More dangerous, mama?"
"Yes, child. Extremely. Your parents and your papa were taken by them. Because of them, we're all we have in the world."
The little boy shuddered slightly. "What are they?"
"They're called Creepers." The grandmother said as her face darkened. "They're these ugly green creatures that sneak up behind you and explode, killing anyone near instantly."
"Wow…." The grandson said. "Did… is that what killed mom and dad? And papa?"
"Yes, child." The grandmother whispered. "Your parents fought bravely, but these Creepers had organized themselves. They overpowered them."
The boy whimpered, imagining that these horrible things were probably outside the window right now.
"These Creepers are also one of the few monsters that don't burn when introduce to sunlight. So even in the daytime, you have to be careful, alright?" The boy nodded, and the grandmother stood. "Try to get some sleep, child." And the grandmother took the torch off the wall, walking out of the room.
The boy looked around the dark room. He closed his eyes, but snapped them wide open as he heard a horrible hissing sound to his left….