Little Brian Park was only seven years old when it happened, he followed his usual routine that his parents set for him before bed, he would bathe himself, then he would put on his pajamas and brush his teeth for exactly three minutes, finally lay in his bed and await for his mother and father to come tuck him in and bless upon him good dreams and sweetly sound sleep.
As he laid there slowly fading into a horizontal trance of rest he heard a rustling, something like feet scurrying at once from one of the dark corners of his room. His eyes jolted open as a little bit of cold sweat trickled down the back of his neck causing goosebumps to spawn and invade his body. He rolled over onto his back in an attempt to stop the chill. He then sat up right and looked around to see if anything was there... There was nothing, nothing but the shadows of the moon hitting nearby trees.
He laid back down pulling the covers over a little past his chin and with a feeling of uneasiness brewing in his lower gut. He waited for another noise, any kind of noise at all but the room was filled with an uncanny silence, just dead silence nothing to be heard nothing at all. He gripped a near by stuffed cow plushy his father won him in a crane machine a few weeks back and slowly started to fade back into his state of tiredness and tranquility, slowly he drifted and drifted into a light sleep...
When it seemed as if he was about to go to the nocturnal haven and be taken on a journey of whoa he felt something, it was an odd feeling slowly moving from his neck to his lower back, he pondered what the feeling could be when it hit him, it was a finger, a finger slowly made its way down little Brian's back and when it was about half way down he realized that he was laying on his back. The finger through the mattress continued down until it was about to hit his rear end he suddenly threw himself off his bed.
Screaming heavily for his parents on the carpet floor he saw movement from under his bed. He froze in horror as a tall black figure crawled out from his bed, with long thin arms and legs that led to hands and feet with thick claws. It stood towering over him with a slowly turning head and big shoulders that resembled a square, looking not at him but through him with eyes and a face that could not be seen. It dropped back on to the floor and began crawling with great haste at Brian in a quick slow movement as if eager to begin but willing to savor.
Brian screamed frantically for in mother and father with tears running down his face and terror speeding up his heart. He turned around to run but was quickly stopped by the long claws ensnaring his little legs and slowly dragging him in. After what felt like an eternity of being reeled in like a prized bass being caught in the sea the figure turned out to be a woman. Her head shook rapidly as the bottom half of what would be her face started to slit open with a sick tearing sound that he would assume human flesh would sound like if torn.
As the split grew a black tar like liquid oozed slowly out dripping onto the boys pajamas burning him to the bone. He screamed again for his parents begging for their arrival, shouting why they aren't their for him. The liquid now poring all over the floor melting everything it touches turning the room into a distorted box seemingly about to collapse. He managed to free himself and took off to the door which wouldn't open.
He felt the woman crawling at him slowly knowing she has him where she wants him now knowing she is going to savor this time with him. He jumped onto him bed gripping the cow plushy, the woman slowly came to a standing position her head touching his ceiling when he closed his eyes not wanting to see what comes next.
Then the door slightly opens, a familiar voices penetrates Brian's ears... his mothers voice, his mothers voice calling, speaking, asking if he was okay. Brian opened his eyes to see that everything was back to normal. He was laying in his bed as he was when he first laid down but covered in a ice cold sweat that soaked his bed to the mattress. When the mother entered and saw her son in complete panic she called over the father and they bother helped Brian out of bed and helped him change pajamas, he told them what had happened but they said it was nothing but a nightmare and to not worry about it, demons and spirits and monsters don't exist they said.
After a Brian calmed down they both kissed him goodnight and went back to their room. As his door came to a closing the golden light from the hallway came to a fade until it was a sliver, and then darkness. After what seemed like a million short horrifying moments passed in an emotional blur, the closet door that stood across from Brian's bed slowly creaked open, and red eyes with a wicked smile glazed intensely upon Brian's face. "They will never believe you" it spoke softly. An arm came from under the bed and grabbed Brian's leg, "No matter what you say, they will never believe you... Its just you and us now".