"Mom?" Came a male child's voice, followed by a crack of thunder. "Mommy?" Nothing. Then sound of another crack of thunder occurred. "MOMMYYYY!!!"
Prairie Grove, Kansas-(2013)
The door to Kyle Lance Martin's dark bedroom opened, revealing his mother, Phyllis-with fiery red hair that went past her shoulders and stopped at her upper-back, and her eyes were blue. "You okay?"
"No. I'm scared." 5-Year old Kyle said fearfully, lying on his back in his bed. He had long brown-reddish curly hair that stopped at his neck, brown eyes, and freckles all over his face, and he wore long sleeve dark blue pajamas. There was a night-stand on the left side of his bed, with a lamp on it that was turned on, it being the only source of light in the room.
Phyllis entered the room and went over to Kyle's bed where she sat on the side. "It's just thunder, sweetie." She said, referring to the storm that was occurring outside in the middle of the night. It was thundering, lightning and pouring down rain.
"I know, i'm scared of thunder." Kyle said before his Mom adjusted his covers. "Can i sleep with you tonight."
"You're almost 6, Kyle. I think it's really important that you learn to sleep in your own bed." Phyllis said.
"Even when it's thunder and lightning?" Kyle asked.
"Even when it's thunder and lightning." Phyllis said.
"But Mom..." Kyle began.
"But what?" Phyllis asked.
Kyle propped himself up on his elbows. They come for me when it's dark."
"Honey...nobody is coming for you." Phyllis assured. "Except maybe me if you don't go to sleep." She said, forming a grin, making Kyle smile in return. "Okay?"
"Okay. Check first?" Kyle said.
"Yes, sir." Phyllis said, doing a salute with her right hand. She got off the bed, got down on her right hand and her knees, and lifted the bottom of the covers and looked under the bed, only to find that there was nothing there, except for a bunch of toys. Kyle laid back down while his mother checked under the bed. She got up off her hand and placed both hands on the bed. "Do you wanna look?"
Kyle shook his head.
"I'm right downstairs." Phyllis assured. "If you pull the covers over your head, you're safe, right?"
"Right." Kyle said.
"Okay." Phyllis said before she stood up and kissed Kyle on the forehead. She went back over to the door and stopped in the doorway, then she turned to face Kyle. "I'll leave the door open a crack, okay?"
"Okay." Kyle said.
"Sweet dreams." Phyllis said before closing the door, leaving it open a crack like she promised, then left to head back downstairs.
Kyle looked up at the ceiling at the shadow of the large tree outside the window of his room. The 5-year old looked at his bedroom closet, the door cracked open, gazed at it for a moment, then turned over on his left side and stared at his gray flashlight rested on his night-stand. He then closed his eyes and attempted to fall asleep as the storm continued outside. His bedroom door creaked as it slowly closed shut, awaking Kyle.
He sat up in his bed and looked at the door. "Mom?" He called. But there was no reply. "Mommy?" Nothing. He heard the sound of crackling and looked up at the ceiling at the shadow of the tree outside. The brown-reddish-haired boy looked at his bedroom door again before hearing the weird crackling noise again, making him gaze at his closet. He gazed around some more as flashes of thunder breifly lit up his room, then he heard something fall over and turned back to his closet where he could've sworn he saw something move.
As Kyle focused on the closet, he saw something move inside it, followed by growl at him. "MOMMY!" He screamed, getting no response. The lights then went out in the old farm-house, most likely due to the storm, and Kyle seized his flashlight with his left hand, pulled the covers over his head, and turned it on. The boy could hear something growling and moving around in his room. He even heard something get knocked over.
Just as the boy thought that things couldn't get any more scary than they already were...his flashlight went out. Kyle started flipping the switch off and on in an attempt to turn it back on, to no avail. Then he tried hitting it with his right hand, that didn't work either. The 5-year old kept hearing the mysterious thing move around his room as it growled...then everything went quiet. Aside from the storm that was happening outside, all was now silent in his room.
Maybe whatever had been roaming around in his room was gone now. Maybe it was safe. Maybe. A fearful Kyle slowly pulled the covers down to his nose and..."AAHH!!!!" He screamed as he was pulled out of bed by the covers at the foot of the bed by the unseen creature and landed on the floor on his stomach. "AAAHHH!!!!" He screamed again...as he was pulled under his bed...into the darkness.
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