Micky sat up in bed suddenly, his eyes wide with horror. He had just had a terrible dream about a monster terrorizing the whole town. Breathing heavily, he looked around the room, the familiarity of everything helping to calm him down.

It was only a dream. It wasn't real. He wasn't really going to be eaten by a huge, ugly, hairy monster.

Sighing, he laid back down, and shut his eyes, hoping to get back to sleep right away. He wanted to put all those scary thoughts out of his mind, but.... His eyes snapped open at a horrible thought. What if he had another dream about monsters?

Maybe if he thought about something else...he'd dream about that. He tried thinking about girls. With a contented smile on his face, he tried, again, to go back to sleep.

A little while later, a light rumble from under the bed caught his attention. Slowly, he opened his eyes, curious, yet worried, as to what he would find. The room was empty. A rustling sound emitted from under the bed. Something was moving around under there! Suddenly alert, he sat up and tried to think quickly of something he could do.

He listened for a moment, but the sound had stopped. Could whatever it was have gone away? Or...there was another option that was possible - perhaps it was his imagination. He had just had a dream about monsters, and now he was just imagining things... Or maybe he was dreaming again.

Yes, that had to be it! He was just dreaming, there wasn’t anything under his bed. Lying back down, he tried going to sleep...maybe he could change this dream.

A thump, and a low pitched growl emerged from under the bed. He sat up suddenly, fear showing on his face. Whether this was a dream or not, it certainly was scaring him!

"Mike," he jumped out of bed and ran over to his friend. "Mike, Mike, wake up." He half expected to see some strange creature in bed where Mike should be. But as he rolled over, Micky was relieved to see that it really was Mike.

"What is it?" he asked sleepily. "What’s wrong?"

"There’s something under my bed," Micky whispered desperately. He knew it sounded childish, but he also knew he had definitely heard something."What?" Mike asked, getting somewhat angry. Micky had woken him up for this?

"Something’s under my bed," Micky repeated. "I heard it growl, I think it’s a monster."

This was ridiculous. "Micky, there is no such thing as monsters."

"Yeah, but, Mike..." Micky pleaded.

"Go back to sleep," Mike prodded. "There is nothing under your bed." Mike prepared himself to go to sleep, but Micky grabbed his arm.

"Yes, there is," Micky urged. "I heard it three times."

"You were probably just dreaming it," Mike assured him.

"That’s what I thought," Micky told him. "But then I heard it again, and it still scared me..."

Mike sighed and got out of bed. Going over to the light switch, he turned on the light. "See, now look," he motioned to Micky’s bed. "There is nothing under there."

Micky looked at Mike sheepishly, "I...I don’t wanna look under there."

Mike shook his head, and bent down to take a look, himself. Micky was about to say, 'I told you so,' when Mike stood up and shrugged. "There’s nothing there, Mick." After turning off the light, he got back into his bed, "Goodnight."

Defeated, Micky slowly crawled back into his own bed. What if it came back?

The next morning, Micky tried forgetting about the previous night, but was failing quite miserably.

"Micky, I told you last night, there was nothing there," Mike told him. "You don’t need to worry about it."

"But I was sure I heard something," Micky confided.

"It was probably just your own imagination," Mike reassured him.

"Probably," Micky agreed quietly.

"Are you sure there’s no monster, Mike?" Peter asked, growing scared.

"Yes, Peter," Mike comforted him. "I'm sure." Peter still looked somewhat doubtful. "Don't tell me you heard something, too."

"He always hears something," Davy told them. "He’s always so jumpy once the lights are turned out." Davy shook his head and smiled teasingly, "Every shadow is something scary... I always have to turn on the lights and show him what the shadows really are." Davy shrugged, "Then he’s not scared anymore."

"Good," Mike smiled, then he whispered to Davy, though intentionally loud enough so Micky and Peter could hear. "We wouldn’t want everyone here to start believing in monsters, would we?"

The four of them started laughing at how ridiculous it sounded. But when a small growl came from the upstairs bedroom, they all immediately stopped.

After casting worried glances towards the bedroom doorway, they looked around at each other nervously. They wondered if, just maybe, it could be possible that monsters really did exist...