There’s a monster under my bed.
I don’t want him to go away. He’s my best friend. My parents just think he’s imaginary, which is fine with me: he eats dust bunnies and cleans under my bed. Sure, I’ve had to have a talk with him about mangling my stuffed animals, but he’s learned by now that only dust is okay.
But tonight, I had a baby-sitter who wanted to kill him. She said it was unhealthy, and she tried to exterminate him. Of course he had to fight back.
But how do I explain that my baby-sitter is missing?
Author’s Note: I’ve always liked the idea that a monster under the bed could be a best friend, rather than enemy.