Terrible stories about the monster under the bed scared the six-year-old boy Gerard. He believed in the most ridiculous nonsense that his younger brother Mike had told him. He said he never believed in these fairy tales.
One dark night, Mike heard sounds. Either it was somebody's footsteps in a quiet apartment, or... Or what? Of course, it was a monster under the bed! And this little monster from under the bed climbed onto Mike's bed itself.
- You scared me, Gerard! - Whispering, the boy was scared to death.
- And he himself said - are not afraid of anything! The brave man! - The younger brother blushed and lowered his eyes. In fact, he was afraid of the so-called "monster" under the bed.
- I think... - Gerard started by sitting comfortably next to his brother. - I think I heard something under my bed.
- Don't be silly.
- I'm telling you the truth!
- No, seriously, don't be stupid!
- I heard something!
- Stop making things up!
- I'm not making it up!
- Then someone must be there! Let's see! - Gerard is quiet here.
- Mike... Please, let's not now...
- Coward, let's go! - Mikey grabbed his brother by the handle and dragged him to Gerard's bed. The boys stared at the bed for a second.
- Three....
- Mike, what?
- Two....
- Mike?
-ONE! - He dived under the bed, dragging G.
* * *
- There's nothing here...
- At all? Are you sure?
- Do you want a monster to live under your bed?
- No... (Laughs)
- Be happy...
* * *
- Cowardly, cowardly! -Boys were running around the house. Mom yelled at them, these robbers left such a mess!
Funny picture: Gerard runs with a pink rag, Mike chases him with a vacuum cleaner tube, and Mom dodges the boys and so desperately tries to stop them.
- I'm not a coward, just...
- Oh, Gerard, why did you stop... Now the boys are lying on the carpet and arguing about who will clean up the dust.
- Gerard, you are old enough to understand that there are no monsters! My boy, these are all fairy tales.
* * *
When you don't want to believe in children's stories in two years' time. But how much Gerard did not try to convince himself of the absence of a monster under his bed, as every night from under the bed something is heard. Oh, my God, how frightening this is!
"I'm going crazy." - Gerard kept talking in his head.
* * *
Eighteen years old. His life. Another apartment. No monsters under the bed. All this about Gerard. Oh, you think he's not afraid of the "monster" now? Alas, it's not like that.
Eighteen years old. His life. Another apartment. And monsters under the bed. Here. That's what fits Gerard better.
Every day, every night, the "monster" mutters something under his nose, giggles, breathes loudly. These sounds scare eighteen-year-old Gerard. Just like it was when he was six years old. Only he's not six anymore.
* * *
That's how a year goes by.
Gerard can't stand it anymore.
How much longer will this "monster" keep the poor guy in fear?!
Another night, the usual sounds were heard from under the bed.
- I WILL NOT TOLERATE IT ANYMORE! - Gerard cried out evil. He jumped out of bed, lay down on the floor and... and he saw a young guy. He looked 17 years old, pale, short black hair, black eyes, skinny fingers, just like him.
- The first question. Where are you from here? The second - Who are you? The third - all these years you followed me? The fourth - why? The fifth - when will you finally leave?
The "monster" looked at Gerard with such a lively look, with such shiny eyes from tears.
"Does he even understand me?"
- Oh, yes, Gerard, what a good idea and what a wonderful question!
- Do you understand me?
- Yeah. - he was shyly squeezed out by a guy who didn't want to be called a "monster" anymore.
- Get out of here.
* * *
- Why didn't I see you when I was a kid?
- I was little too. I grew up with you. I was hiding from you. - The monster's voice was nice, soft, and even sweet and sweet. Not like a monster. His eyes were so fascinating.
* * *
- You know, I never thought a monster under my bed would be my best friend?
- And you know, I never thought that the person I wanted to intimidate to death could become my best friend?
* * *
It's an alarm clock.
Gerard's hand is hanging from the bed, and the blanket is completely crawling to the floor.
- Get up, G. - A "monster" named Frank pulls his friend's hand. - Hey, get up.
- You asked for it. - Just a second later, Frank hangs over Gerard.
- I didn't think you were serious. - Sleepy, shaggy, and cute G was too much like a puppy.
Gerard kissed Frank's cheek a little higher.
- I love you. - It sounded too sweet, which made me shiver.
- I love you too. - Frank didn't have the talent to talk so sweetly, but he did his best to get his puppy boy to smile his brightest smile and make breakfast.