Nightmare of Nightmares
Every night when Wendy tucked her daughter Chrissy into bed, Chrissy
would beg for her mother to check under the bed for monsters. Ordinarily
this wouldn’t be so unusual, but Chrissy was almost twelve years old
now. She hoped she wouldn’t have to take her daughter to counseling to
sort this out. But tonight Chrissy didn’t make her usual pleaded
request.
“Don’t you want me to check for the monsters, Chrissy?” she asked, praying her daughter would answer in the negative.
“I know that the monsters under my bed won’t hurt me tonight, mom” Chrissy said.
Wendy
was elated. At last her daughter had learned not to fear what lurked at
the corners of her mind. It was then, as Wendy bent over her daughter
to kiss her goodnight that she heard a creak from behind her and her
daughter spoke again.
“They’re too afraid of that new monster in the closet.”
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