Turnabout
by Lori R. Lopez
The door creaked. They managed to enter without waking him. Breaths tautly held, the children tiptoed through shadows, reaching the room where he sawed wood in a heavy doze. The pair knelt, alert for groaning springs or any fluctuation to the raucous chainsaw rumble as he dreamt of pleasant mayhem. The kids crawled toward the mattress, taking a huge chance, risking their lives on a whim. Easing below its frame, they lay panting in anticipation. A snort resounded above them. A fearful gasp of surprise. The monster sensed their presence and leaned to peer, wide-eyed, under his bed.
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