Tommy
Tommy understood the difference between pretend and what was real. He really had no choice. The cold stark reality of evil was revealed under the most unexpected circumstances. He had just turned eight and more than his birthday was being celebrated. He was back together with his dad. The past year had been difficult.
His mom had planned the separation carefully.
It all began to unfold right after his dad left for work. A cab eased into the driveway. Minutes later they were headed to the bus station. A day later their strange grandmother met them at the Greyhound station in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. She died unexpectedly several months later.
Home was never the same. His mom had seen to that.
Yet, Tommy held on to hope. He knew his dad would come for him and sure enough here they were headed back home to Savannah, Georgia. Yes, this was a very special day. But then the night came. His dad had spotted a motel for them to spend the night. Something about the place just didn’t feel right to Tommy but his dad was unwavering in his need for sleep. Once inside the creepy room, he sensed something sinister. Dread.
A forgotten memory was suddenly recalled. A memory he had locked safely away.
The memory was Tommy’s very special secret. No one would believe him and his brothers would tease him mercilessly if they were told the real truth. He wanted to tell his dad but how? The whole thing was unbelievable and mindboggling. So, he had kept the truth to himself. Now as he waited, lying in bed listening to his dad snore, he remembered that monsters really did lurk under the bed.
