The boy's room was dark, the only saviour from it was the little nightlight on the other side of the room. He closed his eyes in an attempt to scare the darkness, force it to recede and switch to daylight. He did everything he could to forget about the dark, because that's where it was.
Under the boy's bed there was a monster, one with a balding scalp and matted grey hair on its arms, chest, and face. Its smile was crooked, its teeth rotten. It was an ugly thing- the boy had seen it once when he dared a peak- and it frightened the boy terribly; what a shame his mother thought it was all a fabricated lie, blamed it on the little boy's wild imagination. She had said that, too, just this evening when she put the boy to bed at the usual time- she was a very punctual lady, there was no extending bedtime with her. But that was beside the point.
The boy closed his eyes tighter, trying to sleep and dream of a huge metropolis of a city, but the thing under the bed giggled loudly, distracting him. It was probably clutching its claw still. The thing was obsessed with it.
Unable to sleep, the boy shouted for his mother. He would get up and flick the light on himself, but he couldn't reach it. Plus the monster might catch him and gobble him up. He really didn't want to get gobbled up.
Blankets pulled up to his chin he waited, counting each breath until he heard those familiar footsteps coming down the hall. The door swung open, light flooded in. His mother lingered in the doorway. She asked what he wanted with a frown. She looked very annoyed.
"There's something under my bed; can you check, mommy?"
Mother scowled, mumbling about how the boy was too old for this. The boy felt bad for calling her in, but he wasn't going to lay around, trapped in his room like a felon in prison. Mother got down on her knees and peered under the bed.
The colour seeped from her green face, all five of her eyes bulged; she grabbed her young larva son with a slimy purple tentacle and bolted from the room. There was a human under his bed, an old ugly one clutching a knife.
They escaped from the house as quickly as possible and called the police at their neighbour's; and all this time Mother Monstre thought humans weren't real.
What a shocker.