Danny threw a rock down the sidewalk as we made our way home from the park. We always went to the park before dark to watch the sunset. He seemed a bit upset, as if something was bothering him.
"What's wrong, Danny?" I asked.
"Nothing, Billy." he said.
"Is it about mom?"
"No, Billy."
Our mother passed away last year. Danny just turned 14 when it happened. My dad tried to make him feel better by moving us into a smaller house with only two bedrooms, so now I share one with Danny. I'm sure he doesn't want to share a room with a 10 year old kid like me, even if he doesn't say anything.
We made it home. Dad was watching a scary movie while he had dinner. We didn't have dinners at the dining table anymore, Dad sold it when we moved. Instead we sat in the living room while dad watched a movie. This one had a creepy monster chasing a lady.
The movie was over and Danny and I showered and were in our pajamas. I got into my bed, which was near the door and watched Danny turn off the light and climb into his bed by the window. Once he was laying down, I had a thought.
"Danny?" I asked.
"Yes, Billy?" He asked.
"Are monsters real?"
"No, Billy."
"Are you sure?"
"Pretty sure."
"What about the super creepy monsters?"
"Not real." Danny yawned. He was falling asleep. I could tell because his voice got quiet.
"What about the really, really super creepy monsters?" I asked.
"Billy. Sleep." He groaned.
I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep. I dreamed that Danny and I were being chased by a scary monster. One with big red eyes and large sharp teeth. That's when I heard it. The crunch. It sounded like someone biting into a spoonful of cereal.
I sat up and looked over to Danny. He had his back to me. I couldn't see anything else in the dim hallway light, or the bedroom windows. I was scared.
"Danny?" I whispered. Danny didn't respond. He was asleep. "Danny, can I sleep with you?" I whispered louder. I saw his head wobble in his sleep. I took that as a yes. I climbed out of my bed, hurried over to Danny's and climbed in.
I shifted under his blanket to get comfortable. That's when I felt it. A warm, wet sensation against my hand. I hoped Danny didn't wet the bed. I moved my hand and the liquid stuck to it. His bed had a funny smell. It smelled like a jar of old pennies.
That's when I realized that Danny didn't wet the bed. I sat up to get a better look. That's when I saw it. A dark creature that sat up to look at me, with bright red eyes. It watched me for a moment before it grinned. It had large, sharp teeth and the whitish tinge was stained with blood. Danny's blood.
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