BAD GUYS IN THE NIGHT… short fiction

When the monsters came I was not prepared.  Even my granddaughter had the right idea when she told her mommy, “When the bad guys come in the night, I will punch them!”  Yeah, I should have heeded the three-year old’s advice.

Too late!  I didn’t turn on the light when I reached under the bed and the monster got me!  So much for being brave.  My only salvation is that I screamed like a woman (not an attractive sound for a man in his mid-50’s), and my wife jumped out of bed and turned on the light.

“What the heck is going on?” she queried.  “Umm… I… umm… I thought I was being grabbed by a monster under the bed!” I managed to squeak out.  “Bad guys in the night?  Buahahahahaha!  Get in this bed and go to sleep!  I have a long day tomorrow.”

Needless to say, after a few minutes, the bed was giggling from the laughter that was unsuccessfully, under great attempts to be quelled.  You know what I mean!

No, it was not a good night for sleep!  Maybe tonight!