Notes

What goes bump in the night.

A voice came from under the covers.

"I swear, it'd better not be another one. Do you know how long it took for the last one? He was good, but not as good as me. After all a leader is always the best man for the job"

I paused. I was creeping up the sheets, to whisper in her ear, to scare her and to subvert her wildest dreams into her worst nightmares. She removed the covers.

A little girl, about six years old peered at me. Her blond curls were messed up from lying on the bed, but she didn't seem to mind. I knew her though.

Name: Sarah

Height: 4'2"

Weight: 20 kg

Fear: N/A, haven't figured it out

I put on my creepiest voice.

"Hello little girl," I said, "how's school going? I hope the kids aren't bothering you..."

"Go away. You're bothering me."she said.

So she didn't have any problems at school. I thought back to her catalogue. She was a girl scout, but apparently didn't want to go camping. I could use that. I snapped my fingers, and it appeared we were in the woods.

"Creepy crawlies all over you," I giggled, and all manners of bugs and insects appeared on her pajamas.

"What the heck dude? I like these," she said, and she started to kill the bugs.

She pounded away at the creepy crawlies, and then yelled.

"I have a test tomorrow, I need to sleep. I don't know which one you are, but none of you have figured me out. So either leave or let me sleep."

I was stumped. Not sure what to do, I cast an illusion before her eyes. I grew larger and larger, and she grew smaller and smaller, until I was blocking out the light of the (imaginary) moon. I grew fangs, and my pupils dilated. My fingernails grew into claws, and I snarled.

"So girly, how do you feel now?"

She responded by throwing a rock at my privates. I doubled over, and the illusion faded. We were back in her room, her in her bed and I moaning on the ground.

I was determined to win though. With an effort, I picked myself up off the ground and stared her down. I stared at her and thought, and had an idea. I dropped to the floor and rolled under her bed. She got up and looked, but I was already gone. I had her figured out.

The next night, I paid special attention to her. She sat in her room, calling out to a horror that didn't exist, a monster not there. Her brain did her work for me. But as she cried out, she fell silent, and silently wept. Baffled, I leaned in closer. I heard a faint whisper.

"I'm lonely..."

I frowned. I couldn't let this girl be alone. I'm here to keep them in bed, not torture them. I had an idea.

The next night she got in bed, and didn't look under. But she heard growling, and then a bump under her bed frame. She jumped out of bed, and looked underneath. Something tried to roll from under the bed, but his purple wings wouldn't let him, tit got stuck and as he struggled to get free growled and snarled. He eventually sighed, and gave up then said "Can I have a little help?" I had sent my most incompetent monster to keep her company.

And sure enough, Sarah extended her hand.