Under the Bed

"Good night, Timmy," my father said.
"Daddy wait! You didn't check my closet for monsters!" I yelled.
"Oh, silly me," he said blandly.
He walked over to my closet and opened it.
"Nope, no monsters here," he stated. "Good night."
He left and shut the door, turning the light off behind him.

A chuckle woke me up. It wasn't a happy laugh, it was dark and screechy. Something tugged at my blanket. My heart stopped. I had forgotten to tell Daddy to check under the bed.