I begin tuckling him into bed and he tells me, "Daddy, check for monster under my bed." I look underneath for his amusement and see him, another him, under the bed staring back at me quivering and whispering "Daddy, there's somebody on my bed."
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Bedtime stories
HorrorIn the nights we´re walking, in the dreams we´re talking. In The stories they tell, It never goes well.
