He gripped his flashlight, his thumb hovering over the button. He knew that the moment he turned it on, he would see the truth: that the monsters weren't under the bed, but standing right in front of him , waiting for the batteries to fail.
In the far corner of the room, near the closet he’d forgotten to shut completely, the shadows were thicker. They didn't move with the rhythm of the wind. Instead, they pulsed. Leo focused on a single point where the darkness seemed to solidify into a shape—a tall, featureless figure that stood perfectly still. Fear(s) of the Dark image
Leo took a deep breath, squeezed his eyes shut, and realized that in the dark, you don't just see the monsters—you become the only thing worth hunting. He gripped his flashlight, his thumb hovering over