One Night by Bridget B.
“Alright Madeline, I’m turning off the lights now. You’re going to sleep now.”
But she insisted. “Mom please,” she uttered in her small voice, “just check again…I heard something.” Her mom took a deep breath and looked at her child with great concern. For two-weeks, Madeline has been paranoid of something living in her room and last night the 7-year old became extremely scared, so she ran into her parent’s room.
Her mother, Clarice, walked back over to her daughter and sat on the bed next to her. She studied her daughter’s blue eyes and stroked her blonde hair. The two could be twins. She felt incredibly worried about her daughter’s disturbances.
“I love you baby, and I don’t know what I can do to help you understand that monsters aren’t real. Nothing is coming to get you or hiding in this room.” Clarice had talked with her mother who happened to be a psychologist. She said it was normal for children to be afraid of the dark, have nightmares, or even have separation anxiety. Clarice felt as though something was being overlooked. Her child’s eyes were filled with fear.
“How about I read a book. Reading helps me sleep and I think it will help you too.” She went to the bookshelf and searched for something that did not contain magical creatures. She decided on David and Goliath.
“It’s when I sleep,” she cried out. “They come when the light is off.” Clarice had been allowing her child to sleep with her, but this was not helping the problem, instead, it was harboring the issue. Clarice couldn’t help but think that the older kids next door had been bothering Madeline in her sleep.
“I’m going to stay with you tonight.” But Madeline hadn’t changed her demeanor.
Clarice had woken up and glanced at the clock, it was 3 o’clock. She realized that she had fallen asleep and went to leave when the bedroom window creaked. Clarice’s heart leaped, and she stood frozen as she stared outside the window. It was almost completely black in the room, and the moonlight was the only source of lighting. She continued to stare and saw an outline of something. She hid behind the bed and watched. She began to sweat, and she knew her eyes must have looked like saucers. She had to control her breathing because it was so rapid. But her breath and heartbeat continued to speed up as the moonlight appeared to materialize into a glowing being in front of her. It walked toward her daughter and stretched out its hand to touch her head. But something took over Clarice and she jumped up to protect her daughter. Madeline awoke with a scream. Yet something jumped over both of them and obliterated the glowing character. Its appearance made Clarice scream so loudly that she heard her husband coming down the hallway. It was tall, manlike standing on two legs. But it had a face like a dog; it had a long snout and dagger like teeth. It was something like a werewolf. Just then the lights flashed on inside the bedroom. The creature was gone.
“What’s wrong?” He looked onto his wife and daughter asleep in the bed. He woke his wife and she grabbed him; sucking in a big breath.
“You were screaming,” he said.
“No, I didn’t,” she said. They stayed in the room a bit longer and talked about what he had heard. Soon, Madeline had woken up. Her large eyes stared into her mother’s and smiled.
“Mom, they didn’t come tonight.” Just then Clarice remembered fuzzy images of the dream and went to stand in the spot where the creature was. The carpet was matted down where it stood. Black fur had landed there as well. Clarice realized that the werewolf was protecting her from the glowing figure. It began to make sense.
“Madeline. Do you have nightmares?” She shook her head.
“What are you doing?” her husband asked.
Clarice mulled thing over, she thought that the glowing figure must cause Madeline the nightmares and force her awake. She heard the dog. “noises” she though to herself. She told them “don’t go into the moonlight.”