A monster is under his bed, your little brother says.

You don't believe him.

You go to his bedroom, look under the bed, and see nothing.

You stand back up, and say, 'There is nothing. Go to sleep.'

He says, 'Look again. Then I'll sleep.'

You go back under.

He pushes your head.

Your head hit's the ground, and when you come back up, you hit the bottom of the bed. 'Ouch!' you say. You close your eyes because of the pain.

You open them again, and see the 'not real monster'.

His red eyes beaming under the darkness of the bed, mouth wide open. You can hardly see, but you can see an outline of his sharp teeth.

You scream. You try to get away, but instead hit your head again. The second time was successful.

Your little brother laughs.

'See, big brother? There is a monster under my bed!'

Your brother is so cheerful, you forget for a second that there a monster in front of you.

Then your brother becomes serious and says, 'Big brother. Mr. Monster will go away if it eats someone. If Mr. Monster eats you, I won't have to worry about him anymore!'

You stare at him for a moment, deciding whether or not you should believe him.

But then his hand comes close to your face.

Your brother forces your head back under the bed, you scream, trying to get someone's help, but no one comes. Your parents are out, drinking. Like always.

The monster comes near your face, opens its mouth, and bites off the right side of your face. He continues to bite the rest of your face, moving to your neck and so on.

When there is nothing left of you, your little brother is laughing, happy that the monster will go away now.

But Mr. Monster isn't done yet.

Mr. Monster comes out of the bed, and eats little brother in two big bites.