The consistent screams from the children's room had brought you back to reality as you were long gone in a deep sleep.

But you just had to lie down there for a while to confirm if it was a dream or not.

Then she called again, but this time in that soft and mild voice: "Mummy"!

And without thinking twice, you sprung up and gathered momentum and dashed into the room with the speed of light.

A mere guess could tell she was crying, as visible drops of tears were clustering around her eye lids.

"Mum I'm scared" she whispered.

"it's okay honey, mummy is here" you said while stroking her cheeks.

But why were you screaming? You asked.

But she shook her head and said:

"No mum, I wasn't the one screaming"

"it's okay honey. where is your doll?" You asked scampering around the bed.

Then she pointed to the floor and said: "it's under the bed".

Just then you stepped down on your knee and peeped under the bed.

And there she was, your pretty daughter, shivering while grabbing her doll so tight, and she spoke with a shaky voice:

"mum there is a monster on my bed"