Midnight Monster: The Spiked Collar

Midnight. My little brother always thought it was the worst time of the day, and he thinks monsters are real. I mean, what? What kind of person believes in monsters? He's 12, not a little kid. I draw monsters for him, and they scare the baby out of him. Once, I drew this furry black pac-man creature with evil beady little devil eyes, and he screamed so loud and threw the drawing in the bin. I just laughed. I always laughed. I couldn't resist myself watching my brother scream. But today, something happened. There was a real monster. And this time, it was real. My brother was getting ready to go to bed, and checked under the bed for the 'Bed Monsters'. I was just sitting on my side of the bed, with a laptop cradled on my lap. It was nearly midnight, torturing time and bedtime for my brother. I rubbed my hands devilishly. Time to prank my brother. He sighed in relief, meaning there were no Bed Monsters tonight. I decided what I should do. I crawled under the bed, and stayed under, until I heard the sound of soft snores. But there was something under with me. I peered into the deepest corner, and saw my furry black creation. The evil little eyes stared right into my soul, and the monster grinned maliciously and created a hole between the bed.

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