There’s Nothing to Worry About

I walked into my son’s room after hearing him scream my name for what seemed like hours. “What’s wrong?” I asked.

"Can you check under the bed?" I told him nothing was down there and he had nothing to worry about. Like most kids, he was confident that there was a monster, so he continued to barrage me with the demand that I check. I told him fine and looked under the bed.

There he was. The creature simply grinned as if he knew what I was going to do. I sighed and got back up. Once again, I told my son that there was nothing there and he had nothing to worry about. Like me, he continued to reiterate what he said before. For the last time, I told him there was nothing to worry about and walked out the door.

As I closed the door, the screams from my son calling for me came back. I closed the door as fast as I could and stood right in front of the door. The screaming of my son and the maniacal laughter of the creature filled my ear for a few minutes before it went silent. I tried to keep a straight face as best as I could. I slowly walked back to my room and went to sleep.

The next morning, I walked back to my son’s room. I opened the door and my son was gone. I approached the bed and looked under it. I grabbed the cash and sat on the bed. I looked at the money and started to sob. I had just realized what I had done. I continued to sob as I regretted my decision. I could’ve sold him for so much more…

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Credits to: HonestRage

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