Timmy

Thrice upon a time, there was a little second-grade boy named Timmy. All in all, second grade was a fine experience, replete with the usual second-grade lessons and after school there was plenty of playing outside. But alas, a cloud clouded Timmy's otherwise idyllic life. Each night, after his parents read him a story, kissed him good night, and that they would see him in the morning, a monster of untold fearsomeness spontaneously generated underneath his bed. Finally, unable to stand the mental anguish of wondering whether his parents would see him in the morning, or his masticated remains, he mentioned the problem to his parents. His parents assured him there was no monster, and to reassure him, they looked beneath the bed as part of the bedtime routine. While Timmy had to admit they never found the monster, he couldn't shake the feeling that there was a monster. When he reiterated his concerns, his parents determined to stay with him after they turned out the lights, to show him that everything was truly fine, as they had promised. That night, as soon as Timmy sensed the presence of the monster, he started to cry and his parents hastened to look under the bed. Then the monster ate them both, and Timmy too.