Monsters Under The Bed chapter 3

A whole month passed without progress. I came out at night to scare him and he just ignored me. Hiding in his closet and jumpscared him? He stared at me blankly and continued searching for his pajamas. Appeared behind him in the mirror when he's washing his face? He laughed because it was my 3rd week being his monster and I practically looked like a beggar. Is that look even funny? Anyway, I even materialized into his phone to scare him while he was looking at his social media. Didn't work either. I chose that method because he spent most of his time at home looking at social media. He must have an active social media. But none of my scaring method worked.

Tonight will be the same.At this point I'm just thinking of going back and getting my well-deserved vacation. I haven't had a proper rest thinking of ways to scare this kid.

I heard shuffling on the bed. Then an arm dangled beside the bed. I suddenly got an idea to scare him by pulling him under the bed. With a glint of hope, I grabbed his hand.

Before I got to pull it, I felt him tightening his hold on my hand. I stopped my plan for a while, awaiting his next move. Maybe he wanted to take a revenge on me because I've been annoying him for a lot of nights. Maybe he couldn't get a proper sleep too. This kid must hates me a lot.

But nothing else happened. Except for a sense of comfort I got from his tight hold on my calloused hand. Did he just want to hold my hand? For what? I'm a monster. I'm here for the single reason to cause trouble in his life. It's true I've been shifting and sighing under the bed a lot today but why would he comfort me, a monster?

As I was struggling with my inner thoughts, the kid muttered a soft "Good night" before a calm silence took over the room again.

A feeling of security washed over me. What the heck? Did this 8 year old kid just made me, a 1000 year old monster feel safe?

Well...I guess I'll sleep for a bit tonight.