Wednesday slowly opened her left eye. She just wanted to peek out from under the covers and make sure the coast was clear. She opened her right eye to check the other side of the room. She lifted her head up, now with both eyes open and scanned her bedroom carefully. No monsters.
The sun was streaming through the blinds on her window creating a familiar morning crisscross pattern in the opposite corner. She stretched and tossed the covers off. She turned and sat on the edge of her bed and scratched at her rib cage. She stood and stretched again and started toward her door. As she stepped across the hardwood floor of her bedroom she suddenly stopped and gasped. She had stepped in something cold and wet.
Her first instinct was to turn and dive back into bed and pull the covers back over her head as she had last night. When the monsters came. Her only protection all through the night was the impenetrable blanket force field. Those blood thirsty monsters couldn’t get through the blankets. They were so mean those monsters, always snarling and roaring and dragging their long jagged fingernails across the floor. Wednesday wished they would just leave her alone but they just wouldn’t.
She had tried to find out where they came from. Maybe from under the bed or maybe the closet, but there was just no way to be sure. She wished she still had a video camera and then she could document the monsters. But then she didn’t have a night vision lens on it so it probably wouldn’t do much good.
Wednesday gulped hard and looked down at the floor, she had to make sure she wasn’t standing in a puddle of blood. She looked down at her left foot and there was nothing there at all. The floor was just cold. She sighed with relief. Those hardwood floors do seem to have some odd cold spots. She took another step forward and was reassured that it was just the cold floor under her bare feet that had so startled her.
How silly it was to believe in monsters. Monsters aren’t real. There’s no such thing. Wednesday is a big girl and big girls don’t believe in monsters. She got to her bedroom door and opened it in to the hallway and headed for the kitchen. It was time for breakfast for sure and all that hiding last night had made her hungry.
She got to the kitchen and climbed into her stool at the countertop. But there was no bowl or spoon or even milk placed out. That was unusual as every morning those things were there. She looked around the kitchen and noticed how very quite it was. The automatic coffee maker hadn’t even come on.
She got off the stool and walked down the back hall toward Monday and Tuesday’s room. She knocked on the door but didn’t get an answer. So she turned the doorknob and pushed the door open.
The monster looked up at her with strings of Monday’s flesh hanging between its teeth and howled. Wednesday tried to scream but no noise came out. Tuesday was hanging off the side of the bed, covered in blood. He was trying to speak to her.
“Run baby, Run!”
“Daddy?”
“RUUUNNNNN!!!”
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