I went to my son's room and noticed he was reading a book.

I snuggled beside him and read him the story.

I get chills whenever I read this story for him. It's entitled, 'The Monster inside My Room'.

It's a creepy story but it's his favorite.

As I finished the story, he looked up at me and whispered,

"Daddy, there's a monster beneath my bed."

My forehead furrowed after I heard him say it.

I let out a sigh and looked underneath his bed.

Under his bed, I saw, my son.

Another him beneath the bed. He was looking at me—sobbing.

"Daddy, help me. There's somebody on my bed," he said.